Death is Life's high meed.
Stop and consider! life is but a day
I have two luxuries to brood over in my walks, your loveliness and the hour of my death. O that I could have possession of them both in the same minute.
We have woven a web, you and I, attached to this world but a separate world of our own invention.
I must choose between despair and Energy──I choose the latter.
To bear all naked truths, And to envisage circumstance, all calm, That is the top of sovereignty