Don't Laugh At Youth For His Affectations;

One's Own Vanities And Humiliations I Find A Delicious Subject For Conversation. Things Said Of Me Behind My Back I Don't Enjoy, And Don't Listen To Them.

This Nice And Subtle Happiness Of Reading, This Joy Not Chilled By Age, This Polite And Unpunished Vice, This Selfish, Serene Life-long Intoxication.

There Are People Who, Like Houses, Are Beautiful In Dilapidation.

The Test Of Enjoyment Is The Remembrance Which It Leaves Behind.

It Is Through The Cracks In Our Brains That Ecstasy Creeps In.