It matters not how long we live but how.
Death, thou art infinite; it is life is little.
Every believer is God's miracle.
Blest is he whose heart is the home of the great dead and their great thoughts.
Leave the poor Some time for self-improvement. Let them not Be forced to grind the bones out of their arms For bread, but have some space to think and feel Like moral and immortal creatures.
Sorrow is a stone that crushes a single bearer to the ground, while two are able to carry it with ease.