Socrates termed philosophy the preparation for death; but should it not rather be styled the patient endurance of life? – The Countess of Blessington, Desultory Thoughts and Reflections, 1839
I long for the solitude of a sunset at sea, and the chill of the breeze coming in with the eve. For the motion of my boat, as she swings on her rode, and the beauty of the stars, in the evenings last glow. – R.C. Gibbons