To become young again would seem to me an appalling prospect. Youth is a kind of delirium, which can be cured, if it is ever cured at all, by years of painful treatment.
Most people sell their souls, and live with a good conscience on the proceeds.
Thank heavens, the sun has gone in and I donโt have to go out and enjoy it.
How often my soul visits the National Gallery, and how seldom
Happiness is a wine of the rarest vintage, and seems insipid to a vulgar taste.
If it's to be, it's up to me.