Impromptu thoughts are mental wild-flowers.

Faith is a devout belief in what one does not understand.

Rules of society are nothing; one's conscience is the umpire.

Impromptu thoughts are mental wild-flowers.

Do I believe in ghosts? No, but I'm afraid of them.

. . . everything seems insupportable to me. This may very well be because I am insupportable myself.

The first step is the hardest.