That Sweet Sleep Which Medicines All Pain.

Life, Like A Dome Of Many-coloured Glass, Stains The White Radiance Of Eternity.

I Am Convinced That There Can Be No Regeneration Of Mankind Until Laughter Is Put Down.

Tragedy Delights By Affording A Shadow Of The Pleasure Which Exists In Pain.

He Wanders, Like A Day-appearing Dream, Through The Dim Wildernesses Of The Mind; Through Desert Woods And Tracts, Which Seem Like Ocean, Homeless, Boundless, Unconfined.

It Is Among Men Of Genius And Science That Atheism Alone Is Found.