Smiling the boy fell dead.

You call for faith: I show you doubt, to prove that faith exists. The more of doubt, the stronger faith, I say, If faith o'ercomes doubt.

Good strong thick stupefying incense-smoke!

When pain ends, gain ends too.

Every one soon or late comes round by Rome.

The world and life's too big to pass for a dream

I say, the acknowledgment of God in ChristAccepted by thy reason, solves for theeAll questions in the earth and out of it,And has so far advanced thee to be wise.