Life and Existence

I wonder by my troth, what thou, and I

All other things, to their destruction draw,

Batter my heart, three-personed God; for, you

One short sleep past, we wake eternally,

One short sleep past, we wake eternally,

Death be not proud, though some have called thee

License my roving hands, and let them go,

I never deny; I never contradict; I sometimes forget.

The Youth of a Nation are the trustees of Posterity.

Youth is a blunder; Manhood a struggle; Old Age a regret.

Youth is a blunder; Manhood a struggle; Old Age a regret.

Youth is a blunder; Manhood a struggle; Old Age a regret.

Change is inevitable in a progressive country. Change is constant.

Because I could not stop for Death—

Since then—’tis Centuries—and yet

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.

It is a far, far better thing that I do, than I have ever done; it is a far, far better rest that I go to, than I have ever known.

Language was not powerful enough to describe the infant phenomenon.

He’d make a lovely corpse.

Affection beaming in one eye, and calculation shining out of the other.

There’s milestones on the Dover Road!

It is the final proof of God’s omnipotence that he need not exist in order to save us.

Je pense, donc je suis.

Oh, no man knows