“In the deepest slumber-no! In delirium-no! In a swoon-no! In death-no! even in the grave all is not lost.”

“In death - no! even in the grave all is not lost. Else there is no immortality for man. Arousing from the most profound slumbers, we break the gossamer web of some dream. Yet in a second afterward, (so frail may that web have been) we remember not that we have dreamed.”

“Even in the grave, all is not lost.”

“Even with the utterly lost, to whom life and death are equally jests, there are matters of which no jest can be made.”

“We gave the Future to the winds, and slumbered tranquilly in the Present, weaving the dull world around us into dreams.”

“Even for those to whom life and death are equal jests. There are some things that are still held in respect.”

“In beauty of face no maiden ever equaled her. It was the radiance of an opium-dream - an airy and spirit-lifting vision more wildly divine than the fantasies which hovered about the slumbering souls of the daughters of Delos.”