Edgar Saltus

I think our lives are surely but the dreamsOf spirits, dwelling in the distant spheres,Who as we die, do one by one awake.

As a general rule, nine tenths of happiness may be said to rest on the state of health; when this is perfect, anything and everything may be a source of pleasure; in illness, on the other hand, nothing, no matter what its nature may be, is capable of affording any real enjoyment.