They never fail who die in a great cause.

I die, - but first I have possessed, / And come what may, I have been blessed.

I have great hopes that we shall love each other all our lives as much as if we had never married at all.

The great art of life is sensation, to feel that we exist, even in pain.

Who loves, raves.

I have a great mind to believe in Christianity for the mere pleasure of fancying I may be damned.