Turkish opium-eaters, it seems, are absurd enough to sit, like so many equestrian statues, on logs of wood as stupid as themselves. - Thomas De Quincey

Ideas! There is no occasion for them; all that class of ideas which can be available in such a case has a language of representative feelings.

...for it happens that books are the only article of property in which I am richer than my neighbors.

If in this world there is one misery having no relief, it is the pressure on the heart from the Incommunicable. And if another Sphinx should arise to propose another enigma to man–saying, what burden is that which only is insupportable by human fortitude? I should answer at once: It is the burden of the Incommunicable