I'm Going Now. My Time

Have I Made My Peace With God? I Didn't Know We'd Quarreled!

Nothing Embitters My Old Age [like] The Circulation Of Absurd Stories That I Retire As Civilization Advances, That I Shun The White Men And Seek The Indians, And That Now Even When Old, I Seek To Retire Beyond The Second Alleganies.

Felicity, The Companion Of Content, Is Rather Found In Our Own Breasts Than In The Enjoyment Of External Things; And I Firmly Believe It Requires But A Little Philosophy To Make A Man Happy In Whatever State He Is.

It Isn't How You Die. It's What You Live For.

Fear Is The Spice That Makes It Interesting To Go Ahead.