I mean you last as long as lies.

I am living on hope and faith ... a pretty good diet when the mind will receive them.

Were it not for love, Poor life would be a ship not worth launching.

Life is the game that must be played.

Pity is like a knife, sometimes, and it may pierce one who employs it more shrewdly than the victim it would save.

And thus we all are nighing The truth we fear to know: Death will end our crying For friends that come and go.

For when a woman is left too much alone, sooner or later she begins to think; and no man knows what then she may discover.