And now, I am dying beyond my means. [Sipping champagne on his deathbed]
Courage! I have shown it for years; think you I shall lose it at the moment when my sufferings are to end?
Crito, I owe a cock to Asclepius; will you remember to pay the debt?
Don't let it end like this. Tell them I said something. [Last words of Pancho Villa]
Drink to me.
Friends applaud, the comedy is over.
Go away…I'm alright.
I am about to take my last voyage, a great leap in the dark.
I don't fell good.
It is well, I die hard, but I am not afraid to go. [Dec. 14, 1977]
Let the tent be struck.
Let us cross over the river and rest under the shade of the trees.
Lord, let me live until I die.
More light!
My work is done why wait.
Now comes the mystery.
The best of it is, God is with us.
The fog is rising.
This is the fourth?
Thomas Jefferson — still surv