Even at our birth, death does but stand aside a little. And every day he looks toward us and muses somewhat to himself whether that day or the next he will draw nigh.
I am used to hear bad men misuse the name of God, yet God exists.
I wish we could all have good luck, all the time! I wish we had wings! I wish rain water was beer!
Good marriages are made in heaven. Or some such place.
Doin' nothing's a dangerous occupation.
Death comes for us all. Even for kings he comes.