“We rest. — A dream has power to poison sleep;
We rise. — One wandering thought pollutes the day;
We feel, conceive or reason, laugh or weep;
Embrace fond woe, or cast our cares away:
It is the same! — For, be it joy or sorrow,
The path of its departure still is free:
Man's yesterday may ne'er be like his morrow;
Nought may endure but Mutability.”
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“In fact, the truth cannot be communicated until it is perceived.”
“The cemetery is an open space among the ruins, covered in winter with violets and daisies.…”
“How wonderful is Death, Death and his brother Sleep!”