Hold dear to your parents for it is a scary and confusing world without them.
One need not be a chamber to be haunted; One need not be a house; The brain has corridors surpassing Material place.
I don't profess to be profound; but I do lay claim to common sense.
The brain is wider than the sky, For, put them side by side, The one the other will include With ease, and you beside.
I must go in, the fog is rising.
How do most people live without any thought? There are many people in the world,--you must have noticed them in the street,--how do they live? How do they get strength to put on their clothes in the morning?