Your lost friends are not dead, but gone before, advanced a stage or two upon that road which you must read more

Your lost friends are not dead, but gone before, advanced a stage or two upon that road which you must travel in the steps they trod.

Because I could not stop for death
He kindly stopped for me
The carriage held but just ourselves
And immortaility.

Because I could not stop for death
He kindly stopped for me
The carriage held but just ourselves
And immortaility.

No one's death comes to pass without making some impression, and those close to the deceased inherit part of the read more

No one's death comes to pass without making some impression, and those close to the deceased inherit part of the liberated soul and become richer in their humanness.

But now our fate from unmomentous things, may rise like rivers out of little springs.

But now our fate from unmomentous things, may rise like rivers out of little springs.

I am ready to meet my Maker. Whether my Maker is prepared for the great ordeal of meeting me is read more

I am ready to meet my Maker. Whether my Maker is prepared for the great ordeal of meeting me is another matter.

Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the read more

Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.

The bitterest tears shed over graves are for words left unsaid
and deeds left undone.

The bitterest tears shed over graves are for words left unsaid
and deeds left undone.

Nothing that is really good and God-like dies.

Nothing that is really good and God-like dies.

There's a thing that keeps surprising you about stormy old friends after they die; their silence.

There's a thing that keeps surprising you about stormy old friends after they die; their silence.