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.
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