Vices Are Sometimes Only Virtues Carried To

The Pain Of Parting Is Nothing To The Joy Of Meeting Again.

[i]t Seemed As If The Streets Were Absorbed By The Sky, And The Night Were All In The Air.

Cleanliness Is Next To Godliness, And Some People Do The Same By Their Religion.

I Was Always Treated As If I Had Insisted On Being Born, In Opposition To The Dictates Of Reason, Religion, And Morality, And Against The Dissuadinig Arguments Of My Best Friends.

The Clouds Were Flying Fast, The Wind Was Coming Up In Gusts, Banging Some Neighboring Shutters That Had Broken Loose, Twirling The Rusty Chimney-cowls And Weathercocks, And Rushing Round And Round A Confined Adjacent Churchyard As If It Had A Mind To Blow The Dead Citizens Out Of Their Graves. The Low Thunder, Muttering In All Quarters Of The Sky At Once, Seemed To Threaten Vengeance For This Attempted Desecration, And To Mutter, "let Them Rest! Let Them Rest!