I have the habit of attention to such excess, that my senses get no rest - but suffer from a constant strain.

Happiness is like a butterfly; the more you chase it; the more it will elude you, but if you turn your attention to other things, it will come and sit softly on your shoulder...

Excess on occasion is exhilarating. It prevents moderation from acquiring the deadening effect of a habit.

A very slight change in our habits is sufficient to destroy our sense of our daily reality, and the reality of the world about us; the moment we pass out of our habits we lose all sense of permanency and routine

The hours I spend with you I look upon as sort of a perfumed garden, a dim twilight, and a fountain singing to it. You and you alone make me feel that I am alive. Other men it is said have seen angels, but I have seen thee and thou art enough.

We got a lot of idiots,