He hath awakened from the dream of life.
When we die, no one remembers us for what we weighed. Our weight isn't etched into our headstones.
Till the master of all good workmen shall set us to work anew.
Sleep, my little one, sleep.
On my tombstone just write, 'The sorest loser that ever lived.'
And if God choose I shall but love thee better after death.
A man must stand erect, not be kept erect by others.
The grave is but the threshold of eternity. What a world were this, how unendurable its weight, If they whom death hath sundered, did not meet again!
When she had passed, it seemed like the ceasing of exquisite music.
The greatest attribute of Heaven is mercy.