Our spirits grow gray before our hairs.
May my last breath be drawn through a pipe, and exhaled in a jest.
Cultivate simplicity, Coleridge.
What have I gained by health? Intolerable dullness. What by mode meals? A total blank.
I have passed all my days in London, until I have formed as many and intense local attachments as any of you mountaineers can have done with dead nature.
You may derive thoughts from others; your way of thinking, the mould in which your thoughts are cast, must be your own.