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?

What is the worst of woes that wait on age? What stamps the wrinkle deeper on the brow? To view each loved one blotted from life's page, And be alone on earth, as I am now.

I live not in myself, but I become Portion of that around me: and to me High mountains are a feeling, but the hum of human cities torture.

In itself a thought, a slumbering thought is capable of years; and curdles a long life into one hour.

And Doubt and Discord step 'twixt thine and thee.

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

No hand can make the clock strike for me the hours that are passed.