A hanging in a good quarrel is an easy death they say, though I could never hear of any that came back to say so.

Take care of each other.

Death, like a host, comes smiling to the door; Smiling, he greets us, on that tranquil shore Where neither piping bird nor peeping dawn Disturbs the eternal sleep, But in the stillness far withdrawn Our dreamless rest for evermore we keep.

To be honest, to be kind-to earn a little and to spend a little less, to make upon the whole a family happier for his presence, to renounce when that shall be necessary and not be embittered, to keep a few friends but these without capitulation-above all, on the same grim condition to keep friends with himself-here is a task for all that a man has of fortitude and delicacy.

If it comes to a swinging, swing all, say I.

Like a bird singing in the rain, let grateful memories survive in time of sorrow.

I wish these flies would piss off.