The same people who can deny others everything are famous for refusing themselves nothing.
I am persuaded there is no such thing after all as a perfect enjoyment of solitude; for the more delicious the solitude the more one wants a companion.
I entrench myself in my books equally against sorrow and the weather.
The rapturuous, wild, and ineffable pleasure of drinking at somebody else's expense
A pleasure so exquisite as almost to amount to pain.
An author is like a baker; it is for him to make the sweets, and others to buy and enjoy them.