Land and sea, weakness and decline are great separators, but death is the great divorcer for ever.

The angel of death has been abroad throughout the land; you may almost hear the beating of his wings.

The world is too brutal for me—I am glad there is such a thing as the grave—I am sure I shall never have any rest till I get there.

Nothing ever becomes real till it is experienced.

You are always new, the last of your kisses was ever the sweetest.

I've never seen the point of the sea, except where it meets the land. The shore has a point. The sea has none.