This Is The Simplest Of All Thoughts,

Life May Be Treacherous, But You Can Always Depend On Death.

Youth Is An Arithmetical Statement Of Passing Interest, Each Hour Eats It Up.

I Only Asked My Friends To Be Friendly And Polite, I Found Them Indifferent And Censorious; The One I Left To Silence, The Other To Reproach: God Send Me Over All Such Friends Victorious.

There Are Moments Of Despair That Come Sometimes, When Night Sets In And A White Fog Presses Against The Windows. Then Our House Changes Its Shape, Rears Up And Becomes A Place Of Despair. Then Fear And Rage Run Simply--and The Thought Of Death As A Friend. This Is The Simplest Of Thoughts, That Death Must Come When We Call, Although He Is A God.

This Englishwoman Is So Refined, She Has No Bosom And No Behind.