“I could not stop for death and he did not stop for me.”

To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee, One clover, and a bee, And revery. The revery alone will do, If bees are few.

Forever is composed of nows.

To ignore or use silence is a cruel tool. Hence this quote: Silence is all we dread; there’s ransom in a voice; but silence is infinity.

Good times are always mutual; that is what makes good times.

The past is not a package one can lay away.

There is always one thing to be grateful for – that one is one’s self and not somebody else.

My friends are my estate.

Heart, we will forget him, You and I, tonight! You must forget the warmth he gave, I will forget the light.

Those who have not found the heaven below, will fail of it above.

A wounded deer leaps the highest.

Fame is a fickle food upon a shifting plate.

Opinion is a flitting thing But Truth outlasts the Sun.

Pardon My Sanity In A World Insane.

To be alive-is Power.

I do not like the man who squanders life for fame; give me the man who living makes a name.

We turn not older with years but newer every day.

The rose that once has bloomed forever dies.

I am not going to die, I’m going home like a shooting star.

We may rest assured that God would never have suffered any infants to be slain except those who were already damned and predestined for eternal death.

We all mourn in our own way. I mourn with a great steak.

Sleep and death, two twins of winged race, Of matchless swiftness, but of silent pace.

Dust into Dust, and under Dust to lie, Sans Wine, sans Song, sans Singer, and-sans End!

To friends and eke to foes true kindness show; No kindly heart unkindly deeds will do; Harshness will alienate a bosom friend. And kindness reconcile a deadly foe.

The Earth would die If the sun stopped kissing her.