I'm Death, and I make sure that everyone is equal.

The true poet, is like a man who's happy anywhere, in endless measure, if he's allowed to look at leaves and grass, to see the sun rise and set.

Chemistry is a gibberish of Latin and German; but in Leibig's hands it becomes a powerful language.

Evil is also not anything small or close to home, and not the worst; otherwise one could grow accustomed to it.

The Lord God had created all animals, and had chosen out the wolf to be his dog.

Then up he got with a light heart, free from all his troubles, and walked on till he reached his mother's house, and told her how very easy the road to good luck was.

She'll sting you one day, Oh, ever so gently, so you hardly ever feel it. 'til you fall dead.