Man is a credulous animal, and must believe something; in the absence of good grounds for belief, he will be satisfied with bad ones.
by Dorothy Parker
Who lay against the sea, and fled,
Who lightly loved the wave,
Shall never know, when he is dead,
A cool and murmurous grave.
But in a shallow pit shall rest
For all eternity,
And bear the earth upon the breas
That once had worn the sea.