Ah, I Could Lay Me Down In

But If I Can't Be Sorry, Why, I Might As Well Be Glad!

I Do Not Think There Is A Woman In Whom The Roots Of Passion Shoot Deeper Than In Me.

Death Devours All Lovely Things.

Listen, Children: Your Father Is Dead. From His Old Coats I'll Make You Little Jackets; I'll Make You Little Trousers From His Old Pants. There'll Be In His Pockets Things He Used To Put There, Keys And Pennies Covered With Tobacco; Dan Shall Have The Pennies To Save In His Bank; Anne Shall Have The Keys To Make A Pretty Noise With. Life Must Go On, Though Good Men Die; Anne, Eat Your Breakfast; Dan, Take Your Medicine; Life Must Go On; I Forget Just Why.

The Longest Absence Is Less Perilous To Love Than The Terrible Trials Of Incessant Proximity.