Philosophers have often held dispute As to the seat of thought in man and brute For that the power of thought attends the latter My friend, thy beau, hath made a settled matter, And spite of dogmas current in all ages, One settled fact is better than ten sages. (O,Tempora! O,Mores!)

In the deepest slumber-no! In delirium-no! In a swoon-no! In death-no! even in the grave all is not lost.

Books, indeed, were his sole luxuries

A fool, for example, thinks Shakespeare a great poet . . . yet the fool has never read Shakespeare.

In the one instance, the dreamerloses sight of this object in a wilderness of deductions and suggestionsuntilhe finds the incitamentum, or first cause of his musings,... forgotten. In my case, the primary object was invariably frivolous, although assuming, through the medium of my distempered vision, a refracted and unreal importance.

In me didst thou exist-and, in my death, see by this image, which is thine own, how utterly thou hast murdered thyself.

I was never really insane except upon occasions when my heart was touched.