Let the tent be struck.
Drink to me.
Lord, let me live until I die.
Crito, I owe a cock to Asclepius; will you remember to pay the debt?
Thomas Jefferson -- still surv
What is the answer? [Silence] In that case, what is the question?
Courage! I have shown it for years; think you I shall lose it at the moment when my sufferings are to end?
Don't let it end like this. Tell them I said something. [Last words of Pancho Villa]
Now comes the mystery.
It is well, I die hard, but I am not afraid to go. [Dec. 14, 1977]
Friends applaud, the comedy is over.
Go away...I'm alright.