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Here Was The Secret Of Happiness, About Which Philosophers Had Disputed For So Many Ages, At Once Discovered; Happiness Might Now Be Bought For A Penny, And Carried In The Waistcoat-pocket; Portable Ecstasies Might Be Had Corked Up In A Pint-bottle; And Peace Of Mind Could Be Sent Down By The Mail.

In Many Walks Of Life, A Conscience Is A More Expensive Encumbrance Than A Wife Or A Carriage.

Thou Hast The Keys Of Paradise, Oh, Just, Subtle, And Mighty Opium!

The Science Of Style As An Organ Of Thought, Of Style In Relation To The Ideas And Feelings, Might Be Called The Organology Of Style.

All Is Finite In The Present; And Even That Finite Is Infinite In It Velocity Of Flight Towards Death. But In God There Is Nothing Finite...upon A Night Of Earthquake He Builds A Thousand Years Of Pleasant Habitations For Man. Upon The Sorrow Of An Infant He Raises Oftentimes From Human Intellects Glorious Vintages That Could Not Else Have Been.