They _will_ come even to the sanguine, successful man.

One cannot always play at marbles; the lid of the sepulchre will sometimes slip aside of itself, and we _must_ see.

True, it depends upon individual disposition.

Some people can, metaphorically, smoke cigarettes and make puns by the death-beds of their dearest friends, or even on their own.

We should pray for a disposition like that--it makes life more pleasant.
By the time that the horses had eaten their forage and Mouti had forced the bits into their reluctant mouths, the angry splendour of the sunset faded, and the quiet night was falling over the glowing veldt like the pall on one scarce dead.