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• You shall not pile, with servile toil, Your monuments upon my brea
  Nor yet within the common soil Lay down the wreck of power to rest, Where man can boast that he has trod On him that was "the scourge of God....
• Die, my dear doctor? That's the last thing I shall do. -- Lord Palmerston (attrib.), 1865
• Whenever I read "Time" or "Newsweek" or such magazines, I wash my hands afterward.
  But how to wash off the small but odious stain such reading leaves on the mind? -- Edward Abbey...
• When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought, And with the old woes new wail my dear time's waste.
  [...] But if the while I think on thee, dear friend, All losses are restor'd, and sorrows end....
• When I was a little boy, I had but a little wit, 'Tis a long time ago, and I have no more ye
  Nor ever ever shall, until that I die, For the longer I live the more fool am I....
• I am never less at leisure than when at leisure, nor less alone than when I am alone.
  -- Scipio Africanu...
• But, O Sarah ! If the dead can come back to this earth and flit unseen around those they loved, I shall always be near you
  in the gladdest days and the darkest nights...always, always, and if there be a soft breeze upon your cheek, it shall be my breath, as the cool air fans you throbbing temple, it shall be my spirit passing by....
• When I am dead let fire destroy the world; It matters not to me, for I am safe.
• It is only the dead who do not return. -- Bertrand Barere (1755-1841) -- Speech, 1794