The black-winged Erinnys

Trouble adds toil to grief.

But in the good there is every kind of wisdom.

In Ireland, all is either brilliant sunshine or dark shadow, and its scenery, its skies, and the countenances of its genuine sons, are all either smiles or tears.

Now there are many pleasures in life, Long conversations, and leisure, that delightful evil.

Moderation, the noblest gift of heaven.

Hamlet most brings home to us at once the sense of the soul's infinity, and the sense of the doom which not only circumscribes that infinity but appears to be its offspring.