The world is too brutal for me-I am glad there is such a thing as the grave-I am sure I shall never have any rest till I get there.

Here lies one whose name was writ in water.

The only means of strengthening one's intellect is to make up one's mind about nothing, to let the mind be a thoroughfare for all thoughts.

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.

He ne'er is crowned with immortality Who fears to follow where airy voices lead.

Should Disappointment, parent of Despair, Strive for her son to seize my careless heart; When, like a cloud, he sits upon the air, Preparing on his spell-bound prey to dart: Chase him away, sweet Hope, with visage bright, And fright him as the morning frightens night!

My love is selfish. I cannot breathe without you.