All speech, written or spoken, is a dead language, until it finds a willing and prepared hearer.

Although I may express myself with some degree of pleasantry the purport of my words is entirely serious.

Doubtless the world is quite right in a million ways; but you have to be kicked about a little to convince you of the fact.

Suicide carried off many. Drink and the devil took care of the rest

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on that tranquil shore Where neither piping bird nor peeping dawn Disturbs the eternal sleep, But in the stillness far withdrawn Our dreamless rest for evermore we keep.

After all, the commonplaces are the great poetic truths.

Do not forget that even as "to work is to worship" so to be cheery is to worship also, and to be happy is the first step to being pious.