Any thing awful makes me laugh. I misbehaved once at a funeral. - Charles Lamb

Sun, and sky, and breeze, and solitary walks, and summer holidays, and the greenness of fields, and the delicious juices of meats and fishes, and society, and the cheerful glass, and candle-light, and fire-side conversations, and innocent vanities, and irony itself — do these things go out with life? Can a ghost laugh, or shake his gaunt sides, when you are pleasant with him?

[Of Coleridge] His face when he repeats his verses hath its ancient glory, an Archangel a little damaged.

Your absence of mind we have borne, till your presence of body came to be called in question by it.