Wanderers eastward, wanderers west, Know you why you cannot rest? ‘Tis that every mother’s son Travails with a skeleton. Lie down in the bed of dust; Bear the fruit that bear you must; Bring the eternal seed to light, And morn is all the same as night.

This senate was a place where good Representatives went when they died. Thomas Reed

If you love someone but rarely make yourself available to him or her, that is not true love