A material resurrection seems strange and even absurd except for purposes of punishment, and all punishment which is to revenge rather than correct must be morally wrong, and when the World is at an end, what moral or warning purpose can eternal tortures answer?

But words are things, and a small drop of ink, Falling like dew, upon a thought, produces That which makes thousands, perhaps millions, think.

This is to be along; this, this is solitude!

Yet smelt roast meat, beheld a huge fire shine, And cooks in motion with their clean arms bared.

Fame is the thirst of youth.

I have a great mind to believe in Christianity for the mere pleasure of fancying I may be damned.

As falls the dew on quenchless sands, blood only serves to wash ambition's hands.