Spreuken over Dood

Dealing with network executives is like being nibbled to death by ducks.

Violence in the voice is often only the death rattle of reason in the throat.

There's nothing more solemn than truth. There's no greater grievance to a tomb than hypocrisy, or a greater tribute to death than truth

The aura of the theocratic death penalty for adultery still clings to America, even outside New England, and multiple divorce, which looks to the European like serial polygamy, is the moral solution to the problem of the itch.

Death eats up all things, both the young lamb and old sheep; and I have heard our parson say, death values a prince no more than a clown; alls fish that comes to his net; he throws at all, and sweeps stakes; hes no mower that takes a nap at noon-day, but drives on, fair weather or foul, and cuts down the green grass as well as the ripe corn: hes neither squeamish nor queesy-stomachd, for he swallows without chewing, and crams down all things into his ungracious maw; and tho you can see no belly he has, he has a confounded dropsy, and thirsts after mens lives, which he guggles down like mothers milk.