I do not believe in any religion, I will have nothing to do with immortality. We are miserable enough in this life without speculating upon another.

Tis strange,-but true; for truth is always strange; Stranger than fiction: if it could be told, How much would novels gain by the exchange! How differently the world would men behold!

Here's a sigh to those who love me,And a smile to those who hate;And, whatever sky's above me,Here's a heart for every fate.

The great art of life is sensation, to feel that we exist, even in pain.

The Christian has greatly the advantage of the unbeliever, having everything to gain and nothing to lose.

Smiles form the channels of a future tear.

I love the language, it sounds as if it should be writ on satin with syllables which breathe of the sweet South