I had a dream, which was not at all a dream.

This is the age of oddities let loose.

Though sages may pour out their wisdom's treasure, there is no sterner moralist than pleasure.

I am as comfortless as a pilgrim with peas in his shoes - and as cold as Charity, Chastity or any other Virtue.

I came to realize clearly that the mind is no other than the Mountain and the Rivers and the great wide Earth, the Sun and the Moon and the Sky”.

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!

Where there is mystery, it is generally suspected there must also be evil.