Thomas de Quincey

Even imperfection itself may have its ideal or perfect state. ↗

— Thomas de Quincey

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Tea, though ridiculed by those who are naturally coarse in their nervous sensibilities will always be the favorite beverage of the intellectual. ↗

— Thomas de Quincey

#beverage #coarse #favorite #intellectual #naturally

It was a Sunday afternoon, wet and cheerless; and a duller spectacle this earth of ours has not to show than a rainy Sunday in London. ↗

— Thomas de Quincey

#duller #earth #london #ours #rainy

Solitude, though it may be silent as light, is like light, the mightiest of agencies; for solitude is essential to man. All men come into this world alone and leave it alone. ↗

— Thomas de Quincey

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Call for the grandest of all earthly spectacles, what is that? It is the sun going to his rest. ↗

— Thomas de Quincey

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In many walks of life, a conscience is a more expensive encumbrance than a wife or a carriage. ↗

— Thomas de Quincey

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Nobody will laugh long who deals much with opium: its pleasures even are of a grave and solemn complexion. ↗

— Thomas de Quincey

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The public is a bad guesser. ↗

— Thomas de Quincey

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