At thirty-six, bereft, brimming with grief and thwarted love,Quoyle steered away to Newfoundland, the rock that had generated his ancestors, a place he had never been nor thought to go.
The real difference between Byron and Shelley is this: those who understand and love them rejoice that Byron died at thirty-six, because if he had lived he would have become a reactionary bourgeois; they grieve that Shelley died at twenty-nine, because he was essentially a revolutionist and he would always have been one of the advanced guard of socialism.Percy Bysshe Shelley
It is needless to ask of a saint the caste to which he belongs; For the priest, the warrior. the tradesman, and all the thirty-six castes, alike are seeking for God. It is but folly to ask what the caste of a saint may be; The barber has sought God, the washerwoman, and the carpenter Even Raidas was a seeker after God.