I must confess that I dedicate no inconsiderable portion of my time to other people's thoughts. I dream away my life in others' speculations. I love … - Charles Lamb

I love to lose myself in other men's minds.... Books think for me.

I love to lose myself in other men's minds. When I am not walking, I am reading, I cannot sit and think. Books think for me

I love to lose myself in other men's minds. When I am not walking, I am reading.

I love to lose myself in other men's minds

I love to lose myself in other men's minds.

The red-letter days, now become, to all intents and purposes, dead-letter days.

Nothing comes to him, not spoiled by the sophisticating medium of moral uses. The Universe — that Great Book, as it has been called — is to him indeed, to all intents and purposes, a book, out of which he is doomed to read tedious homilies to distasting schoolboys. — Vacations themselves are none to him, he is only rather worse off than before ; for commonly he has some intrusive upper-boy fastened upon him at such times ; some cadet of a great family ; some neglected lump of nobility ; or gentry ; that he must drag after him to the play, to the Panorama, to Mr Bartley's Orrery, to the Panopticon, or into the country, to a friend's house, or his favourite watering-place. Wherever he goes, this uneasy shadow attends him. A boy is at his board, and in his path, and in all his movements. He is boy-rid, sick of perpetual boy.

When my sonnet was rejected, I exclaimed, 'Damn the age; I will write for Antiquity!'