The consciousness of being deemed dead, is next to the presumable unpleasantness of being so in reality. One feels like his own ghost unlawfully tenanting a defunct carcass.

Hell is an idea first born on an undigested apple dumpling.

Of all the preposterous assumptions of humanity over humanity, nothing exceeds most of the criticisms made on the habits of the poor by the well-housed, well- warmed, and well-fed.

Ah, happiness courts the light so we deem the world is gay. But misery hides aloof so we deem that misery there is none.

Both the ancestry and posterity of Grief go further than the ancestry and posterity of Joy.

O Nature, and O soul of man! how far beyond all utterance are your linked analogies; not the smallest atom stirs or lives on matter, but has its cunning duplicate in mind.

I know not all that may be coming, but be it what it will, I'll go to it laughing.