To be thankful for what we grasp exceeding our proportion is to add hypocrisy to injustice.
Books which are no books.
Gone before To that unknown and silent shore.
Not if I know myself at all.
Nothing puzzles me more than time and space; and yet nothing troubles me less, as I never think about them.
From a poor man, poor in Time, I was suddenly lifted up into a vast revenue; I could see no end of my possessions; I wanted some steward, or judicious bailiff, to manage my estates in Time for me.