THE One remains, the many change and pass;
Heaven’s light for ever shines, Earth’s shadows fly;
Life, like a dome of many-coloured glass,
Stains the white radiance of Eternity,
Until Death tramples it to fragments.
Percy B. Shelley
THEY that love beyond the World, cannot be separated by it.
WE fancy that we fall into darkness when we die; but, alas! we are most of us in the dark till then; and the eyes of our souls only then begin to see, when our bodily eyes are closing.
IT is a brave act of valour to contemn death; but where life is more terrible than death, it is then the truest valour to dare to live.
Sir Thomas Browne