Happiness is a wine of the rarest vintage, and seems insipid to a vulgar taste.
Logan Pearsall SmithSo, I never lose a sense of the whimsical and perilous charm of daily life, with its meetings and words and accidents.
Logan Pearsall SmithTo 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.
Logan Pearsall Smith