I Have Learned To Prize The Quiet,

My Heart Like Moon-charmed Waters, All Unrest.

If We Were To Live Here Always, With No Other Care Than How To Feed, Clothe, And House Ourselves, Life Would Be A Very Sorry Business. It Is Immeasurably Heightened By The Solemnity Of Death.

The Spot Of Ground On Which A Man Has Stood Is Forever Interesting To Him.

To Have To Die Is A Distinction Of Which No Man Is Proud.

We Are Never Happy; We Can Only Remember That We Were So Once.