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on that tranquil shore Where neither piping bird nor peeping dawn Disturbs the eternal sleep, But in the stillness far withdrawn Our dreamless rest for evermore we keep.

And every day when I've been good, I get an orange after food.

Lastly (and this is, perhaps, the golden rule), no woman should marry a man who does not smoke.

Give us grace and strength to forbear and to persevere. Give us courage and gaiety and the quiet mind, spare to us our friends, soften to us our enemies.

The full truth of this odd matter is what the world has long been looking for and the public curiosity is sure to welcome.

After all, the commonplaces are the great poetic truths.

It is better to travel hopefully than to arrive.