Children are never too tender to be whipped. Like tough beefsteaks, the more you beat them, the more tender they become. It may well be doubted whether humaningenuity can construct an enigma… which humaningenuity may not, by proper application, resolve. Science has not yet taught us if madness is or is not the sublimity of the intelligence. I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity There are certain themes of which the interest is all-absorbing, but which are too entirely horrible for the purposes of legitimate fiction. Those who dream by day are cognizant of many things that escape those who dream only at night. Depend upon it, after all, Thomas, Literature is the most noble of professions. In fact, it is about the only one fit for a man. For my own part, there is no seducing me from the path. Sleep, those little slices of death, how I loathe them. Sleep, those little slices of death; Oh how I loathe them. All that we see and seem is but a dream within a dream. Take this kiss upon the brow And, in parting from you now,Thus much let me avow–You are not wrong who deemThat my dayshave been a dreamYet if hope has flown awayIn a night, or in a day,In a vision, or in none,Is it therefore the less goneAll that we see or seemIs but a dream within a dream.
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