Is there another Life? Shall I awake and find all this a dream? There must be we cannot be created for this sort of suffering.

Dancing music, music sad, Both together, sane and mad.

I cannot exist without you - I am forgetful of every thing but seeing you again - my Life seems to stop there - I see no further. You have absorb'd me. I have a sensation at the present moment as though I was dissolving.

Though the most beautiful creature were waiting for me at the end of a journey or a walk; though the carpet were of silk, the curtains of the morning clouds; the chairs and sofa stuffed with cygnet's down; the food manna, the wine beyond claret, the window opening on Winander Mere, I should not feel -or rather my happiness would not be so fine, as my solitude is sublime.

We must repeat the often repeated saying, that it is unworthy a religious man to view an irreligious one either with alarm or aversion, or with any other feeling than regret and hope and brotherly commiseration.

O Solitude! If I must with thee dwell, Let it not be among the jumbled heap of murky buildings

His religion at best is an anxious wish,-like that of Rabelais, a great Perhaps.