Anything awful makes me laugh. I misbehaved once at a funeral.

I am Retired Leisure. I am to be met with in trim gardens. I am already come to be known by my vacant face and careless gesture, perambulating at no fixed pace nor with any settled purpose. I walk about; not to and from.

Let us live for the beauty of our own reality.

Not childhood alone, but the young man till thirty, never feels practically that he is mortal.

Credulity is the man's weakness, but the child's strength.

Cards are war, in disguise of a sport.

I allow no hot-beds in the gardens of Parnassus.