As Master Nathaniel jogged leisurely along his thoughts turned to the Farmer Gibberty, who many a time must have jogged along this path, in just such a way, and seen and heard the very same...

The most touching epitaph I ever encountered was on the tombstone of the printer of Edinburgh. It said simply: ”He kept down the cost and set the type right.”

An epitaph is a belated advertisement for a line of goods that has been discontinued.

Nor has his death the world deceiv’d than his wondrous life surprise d; if he like a madman liv’d least he like a wise one dy’d.

Posterity will never survey a nobler grave than this: here lie the bones of Castlereagh: stop, traveler, and piss.

The VoyagerWe are all lonely voyagers sailing on life’s ebb tide,To a far off place were all stripling warriors have died,Sometime at eve when the tide is low,The voices call us back to the rippling...

Alas, our frailty is the cause, not we: For such as we are made of, such we be