It is beautiful, the world, and life itself. I am glad I have lived.

The worst moment for the atheist is when he is really thankful and has nobody to thank.

Sudden Light I have been here before, But when or how I cannot tell: I know the grass beyond the door, The sweet keen smell, The sighing sound, the light around the shore.

Was it a friend or foe that spread these lies; Nay, who but infants question in such wise, twas one of my most intimate enemies.

Your eyes smile peace.

Sometimes thou seem'st not as thyself alone, But as the meaning of all things that are.

The Wombat is a Joy, a Triumph, a Delight, a Madness!