Farewell, my great one, my own, farewell, my pride, farewell, my swift, deep, dear river, how I loved your daylong splashing, how I loved to plunge into your cold waves.

I had turned away from the picture and was going back to the world where events move, men change, light flickers, life flows in a clear stream, no matter whether over mud or over stones.

All we know, Midnight. The best of all we know. For Chestry Valley and its master we loved. For Nana. For Sugarloaf and Brimstone Farm. For Pop and Mom and Tom. For the foals to come. For yesterday and for all tomorrows, we dance the best we know. For good-by.

The joy of meeting pays the pangs of absence; else who could bear it?

Ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.

Fare thee well! and if for ever, Still for ever, fare thee well.

Absence from whom we love is worse than death, and frustrates hope severer than despair.

No distance of place or lapse of time can lessen the friendship of those who are thoroughly persuaded of each other's worth.

A man never knows how to say goodbye; a woman never knows when to say it.

A memorial service is a farewell party for somebody who has already left.

Go, and never darken my towels again.

I'll be right back.

Everybody has got to die but I've always believed an exception would be made in my case. Now what?

Until we meet again, may the good Lord take a liking to you.