It is through the cracks in our brains that ecstasy creeps in.
Give me a bed and a book and I am happy.
Only those who get into scrapes with their eyes open can find the safe way out.
An improper mind is a perpetual feast.
Every author, however modest, keeps a most outrageous vanity chained like a madman in the padded cell of his breast.
It is a matter of life and death for married people to interrupt each others stories; for it they did not, they would burst.