Cultivate simplicity, Coleridge.

A laugh is worth a hundred groans in any market.

I have had playmates, I have had companions; In my days of childhood, in my joyful school days - All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.

Anything awful makes me laugh. I misbehaved once at a funeral.

Riddle of destiny, who can show What thy short visit meant, or know What thy errand here below?

When I consider how little of a rarity children are -- that every street and blind alley swarms with them -- that the poorest people commonly have them in most abundance -- that there are few marriages that are not blest with at least one of these bargains -- how often they turn out ill, and defeat the fond hopes of their parents, taking to vicious courses, which end in poverty, disgrace, the gallows, etc. -- I cannot for my life tell what cause for pride there can possibly be in having them.

Books think for me. I can read anything which I call a book.