I Look Upon Indolence As

The Less One Has To Do, The Less Time One Finds To Do It In.

When I Reflect Upon What I Have Seen, What I Have Heard, What I Have Done, I Can Hardly Persuade Myself That All That Frivolous Hurry And Bustle And Pleasure Of The World Had Any Reality; And I Look On What Has Passed As One Of Those Wild Dreams Which Opium Occasions, And I By No Means Wish To Repeat The Nauseous Dose For The Sake Of The Fugitive Illusion.

Take The Tone Of The Company You Are In...

I Look Upon Indolence As A Sort Of Suicide.

History Is But A Confused Heap Of Facts.