Safe in the hallowed quiets of the past.
Children bring their own love with them when they come.
He hath awakened from the dream of life.
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!
They who forgive most shall be most forgiven.
I always thought I'd like my own tombstone to be blank. No epitaph, and no name. Well, actually, I'd like it to say 'figment.'
The greatest attribute of Heaven is mercy.
A man must stand erect, not be kept erect by others.
To know her was to love her.
That's going to be on my headstone: 'He came. He wrote 'In the Air Tonight.' He... died.'