To be thankful for what we grasp exceeding our proportion is to add hypocrisy to injustice.

Do not fold, spindle or mutilate.

From a poor man, poor in Time, I was suddenly lifted up into a vast revenue; I could see no end of my possessions; I wanted some steward, or judicious bailiff, to manage my estates in Time for me.

We do not go to the theatre like our ancestors, to escape from the pressure of reality, so much as to confirm our experience of it.

No one ever regarded the First of January with indifference. It is that from which all date their time, and count upon what is left. It is the nativity of our common Adam.

The teller of a mirthful tale has latitude allowed him. We are content with less than absolute truth.

How sickness enlarges the dimension of a man’s self to himself!