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.

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.

A man does not die of love or his liver or even of old age; he dies of being a read more

A man does not die of love or his liver or even of old age; he dies of being a man.

For death is no more than a turning of us over from time to eternity.

For death is no more than a turning of us over from time to eternity.

Death is the ugly fact which Nature has to hide, and she hides it well.

Death is the ugly fact which Nature has to hide, and she hides it well.

All say, 'How hard it is that we have to die' - a strange complaint to come from the mouths read more

All say, 'How hard it is that we have to die' - a strange complaint to come from the mouths of people who have had to live.

They tell us that suicide is the greatest piece of cowardice... that suicide is wrong; when it is quite obvious read more

They tell us that suicide is the greatest piece of cowardice... that suicide is wrong; when it is quite obvious that there is nothing in the world to which every man has a more unassailable title than to his own life and person.

We owe a deep debt of gratitude to Adam, the first great benefactor of the human race: he brought death read more

We owe a deep debt of gratitude to Adam, the first great benefactor of the human race: he brought death into the world.

We are not the worst moments of our lives.
Sister Helen Prejean, author of Dead Man Walking.

We are not the worst moments of our lives.
Sister Helen Prejean, author of Dead Man Walking.