A Grave Is Such A Quiet Place.

Blessed Be Death, That Cuts In Marble What Would Have Sunk To Dust!

But She Was Not Made For Any Man, And She Will Never Be All Mine.

I Am Not Afraid Of Lawyers As I Used To Be. They Are Lambs In Wolves' Clothing.

How Strange A Thing Is Death, Bringing To His Knees, Bringing To His Antlers The Buck In The Snow . . . Life, Looking Out Attentive From The Eyes Of The Doe.

Youth, Have No Pity; Leave No Farthing Here For Age To Invest In Compromise And Fear.