Sleep Hath Its Own World,

I Have A Great Mind To Believe In Christianity For The Mere Pleasure Of Fancying I May Be Damned.

If From Society We Learn To Live, Solitude Should Teach Us How To Die.

I Have Seen A Thousand Graves Opened, And Always Perceived That Whatever Was Gone, The Teeth And Hair Remained Of Those Who Had Died With Them. Is Not This Odd? They Go The Very First Things In Youth And Yet Last The Longest In The Dust.

I Am Acquainted With No Immaterial Sensuality So Delightful As Good Acting.

Like Other Parties Of The Kind, It Was First Silent, Then Talky, Then Argumentative, Then Disputatious, Then Unintelligible, Then Altogether, Then Inarticulate, And Then Drunk. When We Had Reached The Last Step Of This Glorious Ladder, It Was Difficult To Get Down Again Without Stumbling.