I am always most religious upon a sunshiny day.

Well, well, the world must turn upon its axis, And all mankind turn with it, heads or tails, And live and die, make love and pay our taxes, And as the veering winds shift, shift our sails.

We have fools in all sects, and impostors in most; why should I believe mysteries no one can understand, because written by men who chose to mistake madness for inspiration and style themselves Evangelicals?

I stood among them, but not of them: in a shroud of thoughts which were not their thoughts.

Roll on, deep and dark blue ocean, roll. Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain. Man marks the earth with ruin, but his control stops with the shore.

He scratched his ear, the infallible resource to which embarrassed people have recourse.

Death, so called, is a thing which makes men weep, And yet a third of life is passed in sleep.