The idea of God, infinity, or spirit stands for the possible attempt at an impossible conception.

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before.

And all I loved, I loved alone.

Mysteries force a man to think, and so injure his health.

Who cares how time advances? I am drinking ale today.

And have I not told you that what you mistake for madness is but over-acuteness of the sense? --now, I say, there came to my ears a low, dull, quick sound, such as a watch makes when enveloped in cotton. I knew that sound well, too. It was the beating of the old man's heart. It increased my fury, as the beating of a drum stimulates the soldier into courage.

Even in the grave, all is not lost.