I would concentrate a lifetime into an instant, if I could, and then die content in having suffered everything, enjoyed everything, dared everything in the flash of a great lightning between two total darknesses.

But to drag on through slow sorrows, or to crawl through a century of contentment--never! Better be mad, or asleep, and unconscious of the time." "You are a very desperate person!" exclaimed Keyork.

"If you had the management of this unstable world you would make it a very convulsive and nervous place.

We should all turn into flaming ephemerides, fluttering about the crater of a perpetually active volcano.

I prefer the system of the brick liver.