"Regrets," said Martin, "are the natural property of grey hairs; and I enjoy, in common with all other men… — Charles Dickens

He'd make a lovely corpse.

"I could have bore it with a thankful art. But the words she spoke of Mrs Harris, lambs could not forgive. No, Betsey!" said Mrs Gamp, in a violent burst of feeling, "nor worms forget!"

Home is a name, a word, it is a strong one; stronger than magician ever spoke, or spirit ever answered to, in the strongest conjuration.