Truth Is In Things, And Not In

Never Joke At Funerals, Or During Business Transactions.

Where Is There Such An One Who Has Not A Thousand Times Been Struck With A Sort Of Infidel Idea, That Whatever Other Worlds God May Be Lord Of, He Is Not The Lord Of This; For Else This World Would Seem To Give The Lie To Him; So Utterly Repugnant Seem Its Ways To The Instinctively Known Ways Of Heaven.

Hell Is An Idea First Born On An Undigested Apple Dumpling.

Charity, Like Poetry, Should Be Cultivated, If Only For Its Being Graceful.

As For Me, I Am Tormented With An Everlasting Itch For Things Remote. I Love To Sail Forbidden Seas, And Land On Barbarous Coasts.