If you wish to forget anything on the spot, make a note that this thing is to be remembered.

When I wanted to forget, it killed me to remember and when I wanted to remember, I had the good fortune to forget

I wish I could write as mysterious as a cat.

That single thought is enough. The impulse increases to a wish, the wish to a desire, the desire to an uncontrollable longing, and the longing (to the deep regret and mortification of the speaker, and in defiance of all consequences,) is indulged.

It is by no means an irrational fancy that, in a future existence, we shall look upon what we think our present existence, as a dream.

Beauty of whatever kind, in its supreme development, invariably excites the sensitive soul to tears.