God's finger touched him, and he slept.
Better not to be at all Than not to be noble.
It may be that no life is found, Which only to one engine bound Falls off, but cycles always round.
You may tell me that my hand and foot are only imaginary symbols of my existence. I could believe you, but you never, never can convince me that the I is not an eternal reality, and that the spiritual is not the true and real part of me.
And was the day of my delight As pure and perfect as I say?
No rock so hard but that a little wave may beat admission in a thousand years.