This is to be mortal, And seek the things beyond mortality.
All who joy would winMust share it — Happiness was born a twin.
Let us have wine and women, mirth and laughter, sermons and soda water the day after.
A timid mind is apt to mistake every scratch for a mortal wound.
Then stirs the feeling infinite, so feltIn solitude, where we are least alone.
The great object of life is sensation- to feel that we exist, even though in pain.
the poor dog, in life the firmest friend, the first to welcome, the foremost to defend.
Where there is mystery, it is generally supposed there must be evil.
Yet he was jealous, though he did not show it, For jealousy dislikes the world to know it.
For truth is always strange; stranger than fiction.