I hate museums - there is nothing so weighs upon my spirits. They are the catacombs of nature.... They are dead nature collected by dead men. I know not whether I muse most - at the bodies stuffed with cotton and sawdust - or those stuffed with bowels and fleshy fibre outside the cases.
In: Robert Sattelmeyer (ed.), Journal 1842-1848 (Volume 2) (p. 77)