-’Tis very certain the very desire of life prolongs it.
-There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,
There is a rapture on the lonely shore,
There is society, where none intrudes,
By the deep sea, and music in its roar:
I love not man the less, but Nature more,
From these our interviews, in which I steal
From all I may be, or have been before,
To mingle with the Universe, and feel
What I can ne’er express, yet cannot all conceal.
-Always laugh when you can. It is cheap medicine.
-They never fail who die in a great cause.
-…melancholy is a fearful gift.
What is it but the telescope of truth?
Lord Byron, (George Gordon)