In the deepest slumber-no! In delirium-no! In a swoon-no! In death-no! even in the grave all is not lost.
The eye, like a shattered mirror, multiplies the images of sorrow
There is no beauty without some strangeness
That is another of your odd notions," said the Prefect, who had a fashion of calling every thing "odd" that was beyond his comprehension, and thus lived amid an absolute legion of "oddities.
I have great faith in fools,— self-confidence my friends will call it.
Yes," I said, "for the love of God!