Bells are musics laughter.
How bravely Autumn paints upon the sky The gorgeous fame of Summer which is fled!
O bed! O bed! delicious bed! That heaven upon earth to the weary head.
Coquetry is the champagne of love.
Oh! God! That bread should be so dear, and flesh and blood so cheap!
What is mind? No matter. What is matter? Never mind. What is the soul? It is immaterial.