|And now there is nothing more to say except the familiar phrase of my Micmac friends when talking of things past; Kes-pe-ah-dook-sit. -- "Here the story ends." ~ Thomas H. Raddall, from In My Time: A Memoir|
Twilight and the evening bell
And after that the dark!
And may there be no sadness of farewell
When I Embark. ~ Tennyson, Crossing the Bar
That patient merit of the unworthy takes;
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin. Who would fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death—
The undiscovered country, from whose bourne
No traveler returns—puzzles the will,
And makes us rather bear those ills we have,
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all,
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought.
His faith, perhaps, in some nice tenets might
Be wrong; his life, I'm sure, was in the right. ~ Abraham Cowley. 1618-1667: On the Death of Crashaw.
|Green be the turf above thee, Friend of my better days; None knew thee but to love thee, Nor named thee but to praise. ~ Fitz-Greene Halleck: On the Death of Joseph Rodman Drake.|
|Let us endeavour so to live that when we come to die even the undertaker will be sorry. ~ Mark Twain|
|The ideal man bears the accidents of life with dignity and grace, making the best of circumstances. ~ Aristotle|