The beggar wears all colors fearing none.
If there be a regal solitude, it is a sick-bed. How the patient lords it there!
We gain nothing by being with such as ourselves. We encourage one another in mediocrity. I am always longing to be with men more excellent than myself.
To be thankful for what we grasp exceeding our proportion is to add hypocrisy to injustice.
Damn the age. I'll write for antiquity.
How sickness enlarges the dimensions of a man's self to himself! Supreme selfishness is inculcated upon him as his only duty.