We encourage one another in mediocrity.
If there be a regal solitude, it is a sick-bed. How the patient lords it there!
When I am not walking, I am reading. I cannot sit and think.
I love to lose myself in other men's minds.... Books think for me.
Oh stay! oh stay! Joy so seldom weaves a chain Like this to-night, that oh 't is pain To break its links so soon.
To be sick is to enjoy monarchical prerogatives.