I do not think seventy years is the time of a man or woman, Nor that seventy millions of years is the time of a man or woman, Nor that years will ever stop the existence of me, or any one else.

Nothing can happen more beautiful than death.

I love doctors and hate their medicine.

The truest and greatest Poetry, (while subtly and necessarily always rhythmic, and distinguishable easily enough) can never again, in the English language, be express'd in arbitrary and rhyming metre, any more than the greatest eloquence, or the truest power and passion.

All truths wait in all things,/They neither hasten their own delivery nor resist it

Give me juicy autumnal fruit, ripe and red from the orchard.

Battles are lost in the same spirit in which they are won.