The candid incline to surmise of late that the Christian faith proves false.
If all the world is a stage and life is just a play upon it, get me two seats in the stalls.
No work begun shall ever pause for death.
Genius has somewhat of the infantine; but of the childish not a touch or taint.
Escape me? Never, beloved! While I am I, and you are you.
For I say this is death and the sole death,- When a man's loss comes to him from his gain, Darkness from light, from knowledge ignorance, And lack of love from love made manifest.