“There were sins whose fascination was more in the memory than in the doing of them, strange triumphs that gratified the pride more than the passions, and gave to the intellect a quickened sense of joy, greater than any joy they brought, or could ever bring, to the senses.”
“No sadness is greater than in misery to rehearse memories of joy.”
“The joy and smile of even one child is worth more than the prancing intellects of a thousand men”
“Nor can a man any more live, whose Desires are at an end, than he, whose Senses and Imaginations are at a stand.”
“The worst moment of one's life could be seared into the memory, brighter than any joy.”
“Five senses; an incurably abstract intellect; a haphazardly selective memory; a set of preconceptions and assumptions so numerous that I can never examine more than a minority of them - never become even conscious of them all.”