Quote #29

'Th' immortal mind of mortal man!' we hear yon loud-lunged Zealot cry; Whose mind but means his sum of thought, an essence of atomic 'I.' Thought is the work of brain and nerve, in small-skulled idiot poor and mean; In sickness sick, in sleep asleep, and dead when Death lets drop the scene.

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