Oh, Christ! It Is A Goodly Sight

Death, So Called, Is A Thing Which Makes Men Weep, And Yet A Third Of Life Is Passed In Sleep.

Opinions Are Made To Be Changed Or How Is Truth To Be Got At?

What Men Call Gallantry, And Gods Adultery, Is Much More Common Where The Climate's Sultry.

The Great Art Of Life Is Sensation, To Feel That We Exist, Even In Pain.

I Suppose We Shall Soon Travel By Air-vessels; Make Air Instead Of Sea Voyages; And At Length Find Our Way To The Moon, In Spite Of The Want Of Atmosphere.