How blessed are some people, whose lives have no fears, no dreads; to whom sleep is a blessing that comes nightly, and brings nothing but sweet dreams.

It is a strange world, a sad world, a world full of miseries, and woes, and troubles; and yet when King Laugh come he make them all dance to the tune he play. Bleeding hearts, and dry bones of the churchyard, and tears that burn as they fall -- all dance together to the music that he make with that smileless mouth of him.

I suppose a cry does us all good at times-clears the air as other rain does.

Euthanasia" is an excellent and comforting word! I am grateful to whoever invented it.

The only beautiful thing in the world whose beauty lasts for ever is a pure, fair soul.

Ah, it is the fault of our science that it wants to explain all; and if it explain not, then it says there is nothing to explain.

Despair has its own calms.