May my last breath be drawn through a pipe, and exhaled in a jest.
To pile up honey upon sugar, and sugar upon honey, to an interminable tedious sweetness.
Were I Diogenes, I would not move out of a kilderkin into a hogshead, though the first had had nothing but small beer in it, and the second reeked claret.
Beholding heaven, and feeling hell.
How sickness enlarges the dimension of a manโs self to himself!
You may derive thoughts from others; your way of thinking, the mould in which your thoughts are cast, must be your own.