Wandering between two worlds, one dead, The other powerless to be born.
Spare me the whispering, crowded room, the friends who come and gape and go, the ceremonious air of gloom - all, which makes death a hideous show.
Saw life steadily and saw it whole.
To the Bible men will return; and why? Because they cannot do without it.
The freethinking of one age is the common sense of the next.
Whoever sets himself to see things as they are will find himself one of a very small circle but it is only by this small circle resolutely doing its own work that adequate ideas will ever get current at all.