Sleep hath its own world, and a wide realm of wild reality.
It is very iniquitous to make me pay debts, you have no idea, of the pain it gives one.
A quiet conscience makes one so serene.
My turn of mind is so given to taking things in the absurd point of view that it breaks out in spite of me every now and then.
Father! no prophet’s laws I seek, Thy laws in Nature’s works appear; I own myself corrupt and weak, Yet will I pray, for thou wilt hear.
But words are things, and a small drop of ink, Falling, like dew, upon a thought produces That which makes thousands, perhaps millions think.
Ready money is Aladdin’s lamp.
The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold.
Like the leaves of the forest when summer is green, That host with their banners at sunset were seen; Like the leaves of the forest when autumn hath blown, That host on the morrow lay wither’d and strown!
The tree of knowledge is not that of life.