when you came you cried and everybody smiled with joy; when you go smile and let the world cry for you.

Death belongs to life as birth does. The walk is in the raising of the foot as in the laying of it down.

There are men whose idea of life is tactic, who long for its continuation after death only because of their wish for permanence and not perfection; they love to imagine that the things to which they are accustomed will persist for ever. They complete

Don't limit a child to your own learning, for she was born in another time.

Love's over brimming mystery joins death and life. It has filled my cup of pain with joy.

Even he whose near ones have all died, one by one, is not alone-companionship comes for him from behind the screen of death.