So, therefore, that mortal man who hath more of joy than sorrow in him, that mortal man cannot be true—not true, or undeveloped.

I’ve studied signs, and know their marks

this labyrinth is indisputable

all these seemed the strange calm things preluding some riotous and desperate scene

While composing a little treatise on Eternity, I had the curiosity to place a mirror before me

We work by the month, or by the job, or by the profit; not for us to ask the why and wherefore of our work