I Cannot Sit And Think; Books Think

I Can Scarce Bring Myself To Believe, That I Am Admitted To A Familiar Correspondence, And All The License Of Friendship, With A Man Who Writes Blank Verse Like Milton.

The Drinking Man Is Never Less Himself Than During His Sober Intervals.

Sassafras Wood Boiled Down To A Kind Of Tea, And Tempered With An Infusion Of Milk And Sugar Hath To Some A Delicacy Beyond The China Luxury.

I Love To Lose Myself In Other Men's Minds.... Books Think For Me.

I Cannot Sit And Think; Books Think For Me.