The pen is the tongue of the soul; as are the thoughts engendered there, so will be the things written.

My thoughts ran a wool-gathering.

Three things too much, and three too little are pernicious to man; to speak much, and know little; to spend much, and have little; to presume much, and be worth little.

For if he like a madman lived; At least he like a wise one died.

When life itself seems lunatic, who knows where madness lies? Perhaps to be too practical may be madness. To surrender dreams, this may be madness ...Maddest of all is to see life as it is and not as it should be.

I had rather munch a crust of brown bread and an onion in a corner, without any more ado, or ceremony, than feed upon turkey at another man's table.

To withdraw is not to run away, and to stay is no wise action, when there's more reason to fear than to hope.