God's noblest work. Man who found it out? Man.
I take my only exercise acting as a pallbearer at the funerals of my friends who exercise regularly.
We are all alike, on the inside.
Sometimes my feelings are so hot that I have to take the pen and put them out on paper to keep them from setting me afire inside; then all that ink and labor are wasted because I can't print the results
Carlyle said 'a lie cannot live.' It shows that he did not know how to tell them.
Manifestly, dying is nothing to a really great and brave man.