Death is a sleep that ends our dreaming. Oh, that we may be allowed to wake before death wakes us.

From thought to thought, from mountain peak to mountain. Love leads me on; for I can never still My trouble on the world's well beaten ways.

When the poet died his cat was put to death and mummified.

Continued work and application form my soul's nourishment. So soon as I commenced to rest and relax I should cease to live.

A good death does honour to a whole life.

Love is the crowning grace of humanity, the holiest right of the soul, the golden link which binds us to duty and truth, the redeeming principle that chiefly reconciles the heart to life, and is prophetic of eternal good.

Five enemies of peace inhabit with us - avarice, ambition, envy, anger, and pride; if these were to be banished, we should infallibly enjoy perpetual peace.