I could settle down into a state of equable low spirits, and resign myself to coffee.

I loved her against reason, against promise, against peace, against hope, against happiness, against all discouragement that could be.

Let us be moral. Let us contemplate existence.

Did it ever strike you on such a morning as this that drowning would be happiness and peace?

There was something very comfortable in having plenty of stationery.

The day was made for laziness, and lying on one's back in green places, and staring at the sky till its brightness forced one to shut one's eyes and go to sleep.

Not knowing how he lost himself, or how he recovered himself, he may never feel certain of not losing himself again.