There are moments when, even to the sober eye of Reason, the world of our sad humanity must assume the aspect of Hell.

If you wish to forget anything on the spot, make a note that this thing is to be remembered.

To vilify a great man is the readiest way in which a little man can himself attain greatness.

It is a happiness to wonder; -- it is a happiness to dream.

You are not wrong who deem That my days have been a dream; Yet if hope has flown away In a night, or in a day, In a vision, or in none, Is it therefore the less gone? All that we see or seem Is but a dream within a dream.

One morning, in cool blood, I slipped a noose about its neck and hung it to the limb of a tree; — hung it with the tears streaming from my eyes, and with the bitterest remorse at my heart; — hung it because I knew that it had loved me, and because I felt it had given me no reason of offence; — hung it because I knew that in so doing I was committing a sin — a deadly sin that would so jeopardize my immortal soul as to place it — if such a thing were possible — even beyond the reach of the infinite mercy of the Most Merciful and Most Terrible God.

All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream.