To Shut Your Eyes Is To Travel.

Truth Is So Rare That It Is Delightful To Tell It.

The Sun Just Touched The Morning; The Morning, Happy Thing, Supposed That He Had Come To Dwell, And Life Would Be All Spring.

Does Not Eternity Appear Dreadful To You. I Often Get To Thinking Of It And It Seems So Dark To Me That I Almost Wish There Was No Eternity. To Think That We Must Forever Live And Never Cease To Be. It Seems As If Death Would Be A Relief To So Endless A State Of Existence.

To Die Before One Fears To Die May Be A Boon.

The Truth I Do Not Dare To Know I Muffle With A Jest.