What have I gained by health? Intolerable dullness. What by mode meals? A total blank.
Go where glory waits thee! But while fame elates thee, Oh, still remember me!
The trumpet does not more stun you by its loudness, than a whisper teases you by its provoking inaudibility.
Let us live for the beauty of our own reality.
Gone before To that unknown and silent shore.
The man must have a rare recipe for melancholy, who can be dull in Fleet Street.