But the touch or company of any man whatsoever stirreth up their heat, which in their solitude was hushed and quiet, and lay as cinders raked up in ashes.
A man has need of tough ears to hear himself fairly judged.
Writing does not cause misery. It is born of misery.
It is a sign of contraction of the mind when it is content, or of weariness.
In love, 'tis no other than frantic desire for that which flies from us.
My appetite comes to me while eating.