I had learned to dwell with pleasure as a beloved daydream on the thought of the separation of these elements. If each I told myself could be housed in separate identities life would be relieved of all that was unbearable the unjust might go his way delivered from the aspirations and remorse of his more upright twin and the just could walk steadfastly and securely on his upward path doing the good things in which he found his pleasure and no longer exposed to disgrace and penitence by the hands of this extraneous evil.

After all, the commonplaces are the great poetic truths.

The spirit of delight comes in small ways.

The full truth of this odd matter is what the world has long been looking for and the public curiosity is sure to welcome.

Like a bird singing in the rain, let grateful memories survive in time of sorrow.

Nothing made by brute force lasts.

Nothing like a little judicious levity.