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• With thee conversing I forget all time, All seasons, and their change,--all please alike.
  Sweet is the breath of morn, her rising sweet, With charm of earliest bird...
• On a lone barren isle, where the wild roaring billows Assail the stern rock
  and the loud tempests rave, The hero lies still, while the dew-drooping willows, Like fond weeping mourners, lean over his grave....
• But if a man happens to find himself ... he has a mansion which he can inhabit with dignity all the days of his life.
• Better be with the dead, Whom we, to gain our peace, have sent to peace, Than on the torture of the mind to lie In restless ecstasy.
  Duncan is in his grave; After life's fitful fever he sleeps well...
• No man can be happy without a friend, nor be sure of his friend until he is unhappy.
  -- Thomas Fulle...
• The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by the inequities of the selfish and the tyranny of evil men.
  Blessed is he who, in the name of charity and good will, shepherds the weak through the valley of darkness, for he is truly his brother's keeper and the finder of lost children....
• When the righteous man turneth away from his righteousness that he hath committed and doeth that which is neither quite lawful nor quite righ
  he generally be found to have gained in amiability what he has lost in holiness....
• He wrecked his car, he lost his job. And yet throughout his life, he took his troubles like a ma
  he blamed them on his wife. -- Frank Conno...
• You who've lost the concept of a right, you who swing in impotent evasiveness between the claim that rights are a gift of God
  a supernatural gift to be taken on faith, or the claim that rights are a gift of society, to be broken at its arbitrary whim -- the source of man's rights is not divine law or congressional law, but the law of identity....