The mis-a-blest folks I've ever saw was them that had killed all their wants by overfeedin' 'em.
Now he was active, acutely aware of himself and all his wants.
He wants to know what mysteries this mountain hides from his eyes.
But I used then to say, and I still am of opinion, that he wants a heart: and if he does, he wants every thing.
It's nice to be so tired, and to know ...