I am ashes where once I was fire... - Lord Byron

Love, fame, ambition, avarice — ’tis the same,
Each idle — and all ill — and none the worst — For all are meteors with a different name,
And Death the sable smoke where vanishes the flame.

I can recognize any one by the teeth, with whom I have talked. I always watch the lips and mouth: they tell what the tongue and eyes try to conceal. [at the funeral of Percy Bysshe Shelley, according to E.J. Trelawny]

Believe: — if ’tis improbable, you must;
And if it is impossible, you shall:
’Tis always best to take things upon trust.