You have absorb'd me. I have a sensation at the present moment as though I was dissolving.

O magic sleep! O comfortable bird, That broodest o'er the troubled sea of the mind Till it is hush'd and smooth!

Every mental pursuit takes its reality and worth from the ardour of the pursuer.

My chest of books divide amongst my friends.

Pleasure is oft a visitant; but pain Clings cruelly to us.

I have good reason to be content, for thank God I can read and perhaps understand Shakespeare to his depths.

I am in that temper that if I were under water I would scarcely kick to come to the top.