In appreciation of Sublime

Such were the thoughts—if to visions so imperfect and undefined as those which wandered through his enfeebled brain, the term can be applied—which

We are as solid as most truly false things are—a dance of particles in space. Only the things no one can touch are true, as you should know by now.

It would be worse still if this short human life were broken up into yet shorter lives, each of which was in its turn forgotten.

that glorious vision of doing good, which is so often the sanguine mirage of so many good minds,

For the perplexity of life arises from there being too many interesting things in it for us to be interested properly in any of them;

"Go, my son, and do something worth doing,"

Do you, I wonder, little children, who read this story? Or are you like the boy in the kindergarten to whom I was telling a fairy story and who interrupted me contemptuously with the remark: "Fairies don't exist!" "O don't they my little man!" said I. "Well you think so." Presently we read of a ball that grew, and he s

'I am afraid you have some deep scheme in your head,' said Newman, doubtfully. 'So deep,' replied his young friend, 'that even I can't fathom it.