Paint me an eternal tea-pot, for I usually drink tea from eight o’clock at night to four o’clock in the morning.

Books, we are told, propose to instruct” or to amuse.” Indeed! . . . The true antithesis to knowledge, in this case, is not pleasure,” but power.”

Whereas wine disorders the mental faculties, opium introduces amongst them the most exquisite order, legislation and harmony. Wine robs a man of self-possession; opium greatly invigorates it.

In many walks of life, a conscience is a more expensive encumbrance than a wife or a carriage.

Call for the grandest of all earthly spectacles, what is that? It is the sun going to his rest.

Even imperfection itself may have its ideal or perfect state

There is first the literature of KNOWLEDGE, and secondly, the literature of POWER. The function of the first is — to teach; the function of the second is — to move.

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

Tea, though ridiculed by those who are naturally coarse in their nervous sensibilities will always be the favorite beverage of the intellectual.

The public is a bad guesser.

Solitude, though it may be silent as light, is like light, the mightiest of agencies; for solitude is essential to man. All men come into this world alone and leave it alone.

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

If once a man indulges himself in murder, very soon he comes to think little of robbing; and from robbing he next comes to drinking and Sabbath-breaking, and from that to incivility and procrastination

Everlasting farewells! and again, and yet again reverberated – everlasting farewells!

It was a Sunday afternoon, wet and cheerless; and a duller spectacle this earth of ours has not to show than a rainy Sunday in London.

Cows are amongst the gentlest of breathing creatures; none show more passionate tenderness to their young when deprived of them; and, in short, I am not ashamed to profess a deep love for these quiet...

Allow me to offer my congratulations on the truly admirable skill you have shown in keeping clear of the mark. Not to have hit once in so many trials, argues the most splendid talents for...

Nobody will laugh long who deals much with opium: its pleasures even are of a grave and solemn complexion.

Flowers that are so pathetic in their beauty, frail as the clouds, and in their coloring as gorgeous as the heavens, had through thousands of years been the heritage of children — honored as the...