We had always dwelled together, beneath a tropical sun, in the Valley of the Many Colored Grass.

We gave the Future to the winds, and slumbered tranquilly in the Present, weaving the dull world around us into dreams.

Even in the grave, all is not lost.

And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door, That I scarce was sure I heard you"— here I opened wide the door; — Darkness there, and nothing more.

All religion, my friend, is simply evolved out of fraud, fear, greed, imagination, and poetry.

As an individual, I myself feel impelled to fancy ... a limitless succession of Universes.... Each exists, apart and independently, in the bosom of its proper and particular God.

All suffering originates from craving, from attachment, from desire.