Quotes from Charles East

As to me, so long as I have the strength, I shall battle against Melancholy. I am not philosopher enough to reason it away, so I'll be content with singing it off.

My idea of happiness is a rainy evening with a comfortable book to read.

Soon found there is no way to rid yourself of a disagreeable man's conversation more effectually than by not allowing him an opportunity of making a remark.

Here I am, at your service, Madame Idleness, waiting for any suggestion it may please you to put in my weary brain, as a means to pass this dull, cloudy Sunday afternoon.

I have a bad habit of hugging people when I am very happy, so every one who does not wish to be embraced had better keep away.

Well! this time next year, we will know all of which we are now ignorant.

Seeing his disappointment, I hastily resolved never to come between a man and his pun again. It's worse than interfering between husband and wife.

Do I like being alone so much? Yes—sometimes! Nonsense! I like it very well. So delightful to shut one's eyes and recite aloud without fear of being overheard, or dream golden dreams without the dread of being disturbed; or better still, write page after page with none to cry "Put down that pen before you kill yourself" or read some favorite author as long as one chooses, without having the extinguisher placed over the candle as a night cap.

Why can't "They say" let every body settle their own affairs?

I abhor the man whose first remark after being introduced is "How warm, or how cold, it is." It proves either that he is a fool, or that he thinks I am one. This one expatiated on the weather. "Insufferable" I said, which might be applied to both himself and the heat.

How a word more or less, an idea omitted or added, a syllable misplaced, can transform a whole sentence and make what was before harmless, really shocking!

I can't help feeling that the good books were purchased because they were talked of as being popular, and the trash was bought because it suited best.