Where All Life Dies Death Lives.

You Can Make Hell Out Of Heaven And Heaven Out Of Hell. It's All In The Mind.

The Nodding Horror Of Whose Shady Brows Threats The Forlorn And Wandering Passenger.

How Charming Is Divine Philosophy! Not Harsh And Crabbed, As Dull Fools Suppose, But Musical As Is Apollo's Lute, And A Perpetual Feast Of Nectar'd Sweets Where No Crude Surfeit Reigns

Dark With Excessive Bright.

If The Will, Which In The Law Of Our Nature, Were Withdrawn From Our Memory, Fancy, Understanding, And Reason, No Other Hell Could Equal, For A Spiritual Being, What We Should Then Feel From The Anarchy Of Our Powers. It Would Be Conscious Madness,--a Horrid Thought!