“She unbent her mind afterwards - over a book.” — Charles Lamb

Clap an extinguisher upon your irony if you are unhappily blessed with a vein of it.

Anything awful makes me laugh. I misbehaved once at a funeral.

For thy sake, tobacco, I would do anything but die.

We gain nothing by being with such as ourselves. We encourage one another in mediocrity. I am always longing to be with men more excellent than myself.