And I could see that child's one eye which seemed to laugh, and say with glee: 'what caused my death you'll never know, perhaps my mother murdered me.' - W.H. Davies - 'The Inquest'

And die of nothing but a rage to live

It was no dream: I lay broad waking. Thomas Wyatt 'They Flee From Me'

A little nonsense, now and then, is relished by the wisest men. - 'Charlie & the Chocolate Factory', Roald Dahl