Death, so called, is a thing which makes men weep, And yet a... - George Gordon Byron

"And thus the heart will break, yet brokenly live on."

"A timid mind is apt to mistake every scratch for a mortal wound."

"Those who will not reason, are bigots, those who cannot, are fools, and those who dare not, are slaves."

"But what is Hope? Nothing but the paint on the face of Existence; the least touch of truth rubs it off, and then we see what a hollow-cheeked harlot we have got hold of."

"The great object of life is sensation- to feel that we exist, even though in pain."