How strange are the tricks of memory, which, often hazy as a dream about the most important events of a man's life, religiously preserve the merest trifles.
Richard Francis Burton
dreams life trifles man
There is no Heav'en, there is no Hell; these be the dreams of baby minds, Tools of the wily Fetisheer, to 'fright the fools his cunning blinds. Learn from the mighty Spi'rits of old to set thy foot on Heav'en and Hell; In Life to find thy hell and heav'en as thou abuse or use it well.
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Faith mountains move I hear: I see the practice of the world unheed The foolish vaunt, the blatant boast that serves our vanity to feed. Faith stands unmoved; and why? Because man's silly fancies still remain, And will remain till wiser man the day-dreams of his youth disdain.
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