Since the age of five I had been one of those people who was an indefatigable reader, more inclined to go off by myself with a book than do any of the dozens of things that children usually do to amuse themselves. I never aged out of it.

And pictures of perfection, as you know, make me sick and wicked.

...happiness does not consist in amusement. In fact, it would be strange if our end were amusement, and if we were to labor and suffer hardships all our life long merely to amuse ourselves.... The happy life is regarded as a life in conformity with virtue. It is a life which involves effort and is not spent in amusement....

We are not amused.

The real character of a man is found out by his amusements.

The mind ought to be amused, that it may the better return to thought, and to itself.

If you would rule the world quietly, you must keep it amused.