'Are ye come light-handed, ye son of a toom whistle?' said Sir Robert. 'Zounds! if you are'
Supply-and-demand? One begins to be weary of such work. Leave all to egoism, to ravenous greed of money, of pleasure, of applause: — it is the Gospel of Despair!
I was always dragging a catch rope or wearing a pair of spurs or a hat that was two sizes too big and never wore anything but boots.
Tou see a person, who, added to yourself, would make, you think, a glorious being, and you proceed to idealize accordingly; you stand on his head, and outtower the tallest; you club your brains with his, and are wiser than the wisest; you add the heat of your heart to his, and produce a very furnace of love.
