Is death the last sleep? No, it is the last and final awakening.
Oh what a tangled web we weave, When first we practise to deceive!
To all, to each, a fair good night, And pleasing dreams, and slumbers light.
O! many a shaft, at random sent, Finds mark the archer little meant; And many a word, at random spoken, May soothe or wound a heart that's broken!
And come he slow, or come he fast, It is but death who comes at last.
The will to do, the soul to dare.
To be always intending to live a new life, but never find time to set about it - this is as if a man should put off eating and drinking from one day to another till he be starved and destroyed.
He that climbs the tall tree has won right to the fruit.
If you have no friends to share or rejoice in your success in life - if you cannot look back to those whom you owe gratitude, or forward to those to whom you ought to afford protection, still it is no less incumbent on you to move steadily in the path of duty; for your active excretions are due not only to society; but in humble gratitude to the Being who made you a member of it, with powers to save yourself and others.