Everything is vain and tortures the spirit instead of calming and satisfying it.
. . . nature indifferently copied is far superior to the best idealities.
How could I make a little book, when I have seen enough to make a dozen large books?
But the moment a bird was dead, no matter how beautiful it had been in life, the pleasure of possession became blunted for me.
But hopes are shy birds flying at a great distance, seldom reached by the best of guns.
There is the morass, wherein you plunge up to your knees, or the walking over the stubborn, dwarfish shrubbery, whereby one treads down the forests of Labrador; and the unexpected bunting or sylvia which perchance, and indeed as if by chance alone, you now and then see flying before you, or hear singing from the ground creeping plant.
I cannot help but think a curious event is this life of mine
It's funny, like 15 years ago when I was a kid doing all the John Hughes movies, I remember Bruce Willis was the only guy who was transitioning from television into film.
Gambling promises the poor what property performs for the rich-something for nothing.
I think in life, people know what they want. They want to survive, they want to have a family. They want to procreate because it's in the genetic law.
Poor people who had escaped from poverty as I had, feared it, hated it and fled from it all their lives. Those born rich could afford to be touched by it.