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One temptation or sorrow passeth, and another cometh; and always we shall have somewhat to suffer

This it must be; and there is no means of escaping from tribulation and sorrow, except to bear them patiently.

There is a land of the living and a land of the dead and the bridge is love, the only survival, the only meaning.

Only in the chamber of death writhed the world's most piteous thing--a childless mother.

Why may I not rest me from this restlessness and sleep from this wide waking?

No, the love which survives the tomb is one of the noblest attributes of the soul.

Even in the same family the gap is not so great; the wound closes up sooner than we should expect.

It is the pang of parting, the unloosing our grasp, the breaking asunder some strong tie, the leaving some cherished purpose unfulfilled, that creates the repugnance to go

Perhaps the best cure for the fear of death is to reflect that life has a beginning as well as an end.

The most rational cure after all for the inordinate fear of death is to set a just value on life.

There was a time when we were not: this gives us no concern--why, then, should it trouble us that a time will come when we shall cease to be?

Without diversion no joy, with diversion no sadness.

The very thing which is now the cause of thy great grief ought to have brought thee tranquillity.

This only will I say, that the most crushing of misfortune's burdens is, that as soon as a charge is fastened upon the unhappy, they are believed to have deserved their sufferings.

In proportion as the years both lessen and shorten, I set more count upon their periods, and would fain lay my ineffectual finger upon the spoke of the great wheel.

Not childhood alone, but the young man till thirty, never feels practically that he is mortal.

Life appears to me too short to be spent in nursing animosity or registering wrongs.

This ripeness is so delightful to me, that, as I approach nearer to death, I seem as it were to be sighting land, and to be coming to port at last after a long voyage.

I had the grief of neglected chances of escape to brood over

Slavery does away with fathers, as it does away with families.

The absolute power of this distant old master had touched my young spirit with but the point of its cold, cruel iron, and left me something to brood over after the play and in moments of repose.

Every where the years bring to all enough of sin and sorrow; but in slavery the very dawn of life is darkened by these shadows.

My heart rebelled against God, who had taken from me mother, father, mistress, and friend.

Your heart is wounded with compassion to hear the mourning of friends, and, perhaps with anger, to hear the counterfeit condolings of pretenders.

To believe in immortality is one thing, but it is first needful to believe in life.