My name is Death: the last best friend am I.

We understand death for the first time when he puts his hand upon one whom we love.

Old and young, we are all on our last cruise.

There is no death-the thing that we call death Is but another, sadder name for life, Which is itself an insufficient name, Faint recognition of that unknown life- That Power whose shadow is the Universe.

It is impossible that anything so natural, so necessary, and so universal as death should ever have been designed by Providence as an evil to mankind.

You must overcome death by finding God in it.

God's finger touched him, and he slept.

I hope to see my Pilot face to face When I have crost the bar.

Old men must die, or the world would grow mouldy, would only breed the past again.

Trust that those we call the dead Are breathers of an ampler day.