Death, so called, is a thing which makes men weep, And yet a third of life is passed in sleep.

• This is the patent age of new inventions for killing bodies, and for saving souls. All propagated with the best intentions.
• What is the worst of woes that wait on age? What stamps the wrinkle deeper on the brow? To view each loved one blotted from life's page, And be alone on earth, as I am now.
• I only go out to get me a fresh appetite for being alone.
• Then stirs the feeling infinite, so felt In solitude, where we are least alone.
• What is the worst of woes that wait on age? What stamps the wrinkle deeper on the brow? To view each loved one blotted from life's page, And be alone on earth, as I am now.
• A man of eighty has outlived probably three new schools of painting, two of architecture and poetry and a hundred in dress.
• The great art of life is sensation, to feel that we exist, even in pain.
• Man, being reasonable, must get drunk the best of life is but intoxication.
• This is the patent age of new inventions for killing bodies, and for saving souls. All propagated with the best intentions.
• If we must have a tyrant, let him at least be a gentleman who has been bred to the business, and let us fall by the axe and not by the butcher's cleaver.