Strange, is it not? that of the myriads who Before us passed the door of Darkness through, Not one returns to tell us of the Road, Which to discover we must travel too.

I answer the heroic question "Death, where is thy sting?" with "It is here in my heart and mind and memories."

I'm not afraid of death because I don't believe in it. It's just getting out of one car, and into another

Life and death are but phases of the same thing, the reverse and obverse of the same coin. Death is as necessary for man's growth as life itself.

Life is eternal; and love is immortal; and death is only a horizon; and a horizon is nothing save the limit of our sight.

You are facing the Primary Clear Light. Be alert and attentive to all that happens. You can now see and hear ultimate reality.

For that which is born, death is certain; and for the dead, birth is certain. Therefore, grieve not over that which is unavoidable.

We do not know whether it is good to live or to die. Therefore, we should not take delight in living, nor should we tremble at the thought of death. We should be equiminded towards death. This is the ideal. It may be long before we reach it, and only a few of us can attain it. Even then, we must keep it constantly in view, and the more difficult it seems of attainment, the greater should be the effort we put forth.

Dust into Dust, and under Dust to lie, Sans Wine, sans Song, sans Singer, and-sans End!

The first of the month falls every month, too, North or South. And them white folks who sends bills never forgets to send them-the phone bill, the furniture bill, the water bill, the gas bill, insurance, house rent.