How a sickness enlarges the dimensions of a mans self to himself! He is his own exclusive object. Supreme selfishness is inculcated in him as his only duty, – Charles Lamb
The teller of a mirthful tale has latitude allowed him. We are content with less than absolute truth. – Charles Lamb
The man must have a rare recipe for melancholy, who can be dull in Fleet Street. – Charles Lamb
The ruin of the human heart is self-interest, which the American merchant calls self-service. We have become a self-service populace, and all our specious comforts –the automatic elevator, the escalator, the cafeteria –are depriving us of volition and moral and physical energy. – Edward Dahlberg