Let us be content with the theology in the grass and the flower, in seed- time and harvest.

Be it enough for us to know that Oro indubitably is.
My lord! my lord! sick with the spectacle of the madness of men, and broken with spontaneous doubts, I sometimes see but two things in all Mardi to believe:--that I myself exist, and that I can most happily, or least miserably exist, by the practice of righteousness.

All else is in the clouds; and naught else may I learn, till the firmament be split from horizon to horizon.

Yet, alas! too often do I swing from these moorings." "Alas! his fit is coming upon him again," whispered Yoomy.
"Why, Babbalanja," said Media, "I almost pity you.

You are too warm, too warm.