Far happier are the dead methinks than they who look for death and fear it every day.
It is a terrible thought, that nothing is ever forgotten; that not an oath is ever uttered that does not continue to vibrate through all times, in the wide spreading current of sound; that not a prayer is lisped, that its record is not to be found st
The darkest day, if you live till tomorrow, will have passed away.
Thus happiness depends, as nature shows, less on exterior things than most suppose.
The beggarly last doit.
But still remember, if you mean to please, To press your point with modesty and ease.