Let us go in; the fog is rising. >>
We never know how high we are till we are called to rise; and then, if >>
The Brain is wider than the sky-. >>
The pomp of death is far more terrible than death itself. >>
How frighteningly few are the persons whose death would spoil our appe >>
I have seen a thousand graves opened, and always perceived that whatev >>
Death is a Dialogue between, the Spirit and the Dust.