Hayatımda hiçbir zaman, insan biçimindeki herhangi bir yaratığa dokunmak ya da yaklaşmakla kendini kirlenmiş sayacak bir insan olmadım ben. - Thomas De Quincey

Thou hast the keys of Paradise, oh just, subtle, and mighty opium!

Oh! just, subtle, and mighty opium! that to the hearts of poor and rich alike, for the wounds that will never heal, and for 'the pangs that tempt the spirit to rebel,' bringest an assuaging balm; eloquent opium! that with thy potent rhetoric stealest away the purposes of wrath; and to the guilty man, for one night givest back the hopes of his youth, and hands washed pure of blood....

I question whether any Turk, of all that have entered the Paradise of Opium-eaters, can have had half the pleasure I had. But, indeed, I hounour the barbarians too much by supposing them capable of any pleasures approaching to the intellectual ones of an Englishman.