But life is sweet, though all that makes it sweet. Lessen like sound of friends departing feet; And death is beautiful as feet of friend. Coming with welcome at our journey's end.
James Russell Lowell[B]ut in literature, it should be remembered, a thing always becomes his at last who says it best, and thus makes it his own.
James Russell LowellNot a change for the better in our human housekeeping has ever taken place that wise and good men have not opposed it-have not prophesied that the world would wake up to find its throat cut in consequence.
James Russell Lowell