“Oh, by the thrice-beshitten shroud of Lazarus!”
“I thrice presented him a kingly crown. Which he did thrice refuse. Was this ambition?”
“Tis the wink of an eye, 'tis the draught of a breath,From the blossom of health to the paleness of death,From the gilded saloon to the bier and the shroud-Oh! why should the spirit of mortal be proud?”
“If a thing's worth doing, it's worth overdoing. (Lazarus Long)”
“Once lucky, twice confident, and thrice dead.”
“Everything that happens, once and twice, will happen thrice.”