It has been said that the immortality of the soul is a grand peut-tre -but still it is a grand one. Everybody clings to it -the stupidest, and dullest, and wickedest of human bipeds is still persuaded that he is immortal.
The English winter - ending in July to recommence in August
Roll on, thou deep and dark blue ocean
The French courage proceeds from vanity
A change came o'er the spirit of my dream.
'Tis pleasant, sure, to see one's name in print. A book's a book, although there's nothing in 't.