A man speaking sense to himself is no madder than a man speaking nonsense not to himself.
Carnal embrace is the practice of throwing one's arms around a side of beef.
The ordinary-sized stuff which is our lives, the things people write poetry about—clouds—daffodils—waterfalls—what happens in a cup of coffee when the cream goes in—these things are full of mystery, as mysterious to us as the heavens were to the Greeks.
My mind gets into a verbal mode.
I'm going to be dead before I read the books I'm going to read.
Traitors hoist by their own petard?--or victims of the gods?--we shall never know!