To whom should we marry Freedom, to make it multiply?

When reasons are weak, attitudes stiffen.

When no wind blows, even the weathervane has character.

Pity that the only way to paradise is in a hearse.

Oh, to know God's private address.

"Oh to be old again," said a young corpse.

Here lies William Trollope, Who made these stones roll up; When death took his soul up, His body filled this hole up