The most touching epitaph I ever encountered was on the tombstone of the printer of Edinburgh. It said simply: He kept down the cost and set the type right. – Gregory Nunn
Let the air become you, and then leave you. Forgive each breath because although it abandons you, every single time, it is also brings you life. A man who cannot forgive the air has no chance of living. – Edmond Manning, King Perry
Our poetry in the eighteenth century was prose; our prose in the seventeenth, poetry. – Augustus William Hare and Julius Charles Hare, Guesses at Truth, by Two Brothers