Death is delightful. Death is dawn The waking from a weary night Of fevers unto truth and light.

Author: James Russell Lowell

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Books are the bees which carry the quickening pollen from one to another mind.

Solitude is as needful to the imagination as society is wholesome for the character.

Folks never understand the folks they hate.

Thank God every morning when you get up that you have something to do that day which must be done, whether you like it or not.

To see what is in front of one's nose needs a constant struggle.

The further a society drifts from the truth, the more it will hate those who speak it.

Copulation is no more foul to me than death is.

And if a double-decker bus crashes into us, to die by your side is such a heavenly way to die.