The reports of my death have been greatly exaggerated.

The reports of my death have been greatly exaggerated.

The white sail of his soul has rounded
The promontory--death.

The white sail of his soul has rounded
The promontory--death.

It is only the dead who do not return.

It is only the dead who do not return.

We cannot banish dangers, but we can banish fears. We must not demean life by standing in awe of death.

We cannot banish dangers, but we can banish fears. We must not demean life by standing in awe of death.

The "kingdom of Heaven" is a condition of the heart - not something that comes "upon the earth" or "after read more

The "kingdom of Heaven" is a condition of the heart - not something that comes "upon the earth" or "after death."

Perhaps they are not stars, but rather openings in heaven where the love of our lost ones pours through and read more

Perhaps they are not stars, but rather openings in heaven where the love of our lost ones pours through and shines down upon us to let us know they are happy.

A single death is a tragedy; a million deaths is a statistic.

A single death is a tragedy; a million deaths is a statistic.

What then remains, but that we still should cry
Not to be born, or being born to die.

What then remains, but that we still should cry
Not to be born, or being born to die.

Go thou, deceased, to this earth which is a mother, and spacious
and kind. May her touch be soft read more

Go thou, deceased, to this earth which is a mother, and spacious
and kind. May her touch be soft like that of wool, or a young
woman, and may she protect thee from the depths of destruction.
Rise above him, O Earth, do not press painfully on him, give him
good things, give him consolation, as a mother covers her child
with her cloth, cover thou him.