Even imperfection itself may have its ideal or perfect state.

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Thomas Penson De Quinceywas an English writer, essayist, and literary critic, best known for his Confessions of an English Opium-Eater (1821). Many scholars suggest that in publishing this work De Quincey inaugurated the tradition of addiction literature in the West.

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If once a man indulges himself in murder, very soon he comes to think little of robbing; and from robbing he comes next to drinking and Sabbath-breaking, and from that to incivility and procrastination.

Thomas de Quincey

British author (1785-1859)

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

Thomas de Quincey

British author (1785-1859)

Even imperfection itself may have its ideal or perfect state.

Thomas de Quincey

British author (1785-1859)

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

Thomas de Quincey

British author (1785-1859)

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

British author (1785-1859)

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

British author (1785-1859)

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

Thomas de Quincey

British author (1785-1859)

The public is a bad guesser.

Thomas de Quincey

British author (1785-1859)

Cows are amongst the gentlest of breathing creatures; none show more passionate tenderness to their young when deprived of them; and, in short, I am not ashamed to profess a deep love for these quiet creatures.

Thomas de Quincey

British author (1785-1859)

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

British author (1785-1859)