I ran up the door, opened the stairs, said my pajamas and put on my prayers — turned off my bed, tumbled into my light, and all because he kissed me good-night! – Author Unknown
Let us eat and drink neither forgetting death unduly nor remembering it. The Lord hath mercy on whom he will have mercy, etc., and the less we think about it the better. – Samuel Butler
Poetry is to philosophy what the Sabbath is to the rest of the week. – Augustus William Hare and Julius Charles Hare, Guesses at Truth, by Two Brothers
