From Boswell's London Journal, 1762:
Ironically enough, I was born on Highgate hill (in the Whittington Hospital that's next to the cemetery where Karl Marx is buried).

Fortunity for all (and for Marx's maudlin troop of mourners) I can't sing. But huzzas! are my (though not the commiserating socialists') bread and butter (when they occur), but their rarity deserves another huzza! in itself....
And to quote Samuel Johnson's advice to Boswell:

Sir, there is nothing too little for so little a creature as man. It is by studying little things that we attain the great knowledge of having as little misery and as much happiness as possible.