Oh, I Am Not Going To Die,

Fair As A Lily, And Not Only The Pride Of Life, But The Desire Of His Eyes

Dread Remorse When You Are Tempted To Err, Miss Eyre; Remorse Is The Poison Of Life.

My Home Is Humble And Unattractive To Strangers, But To Me It Contains What I Shall Find Nowhere Else In The World - The ... Affection Which Brothers And Sisters Feel For Each Other.

Everyone Else Is Just Cocktails.

God Surely Did Not Create Us, And Cause Us To Live, With The Sole End Of Wishing Always To Die. I Believe, In My Heart, We Were Intended To Prize Life And Enjoy It, So Long As We Retain It. Existence Never Was Originally Meant To Be That Useless, Blank, Pale, Slow-trailing Thing It Often Becomes To Many, And Is Becoming To Me, Among The Rest.