Fine writers should split hairs together, and sit side by side, like friendly apes, to pick the fleas from each others fur.
We should nourish our souls on the dew of Poesy, and manure them as well.
If you are losing your leisure, look out! You are losing your soul.
I like to walk down Bond Street, thinking of all the things I don't desire.
Thank heavens, the sun has gone in and I don’t have to go out and enjoy it.
Eat with the rich, but go to the play with the poor, who are capable of joy.