Most People Have Died Before They Expire;

We Are All Sentenced To Capital Punishment For The Crime Of Living, And Though The Condemned Cell Of Our Earthly Existence Is But A Narrow And Bare Dwelling-place, We Have Adjusted Ourselves To It, And Made It Tolerably Comfortable For The Little While We Are To Be Confined In It.

Men, Like Peaches And Pears, Grow Sweet A Little While Before They Begin To Decay.

Be Willing To Commit Yourself To A Course, Perhaps A Long And Hard One, Without Being Able To Foresee Exactly Where You Will Come Out.

Blood Is A Destiny. One's Genius Descends In The Stream From Long Lines Of Ancestry.

There Are Three Natural Anaesthetics: Sleep, Fainting, And Death.