Love's over brimming mystery joins death and life. It has filled my cup of pain with joy.

Life, like a child, laughs, shaking its rattle of death as it runs.

Death belongs to life as birth does The walk is in the raising of the foot as in the laying of it down.

Let life be beautiful like summer flowers and death like autumn leaves.

Death is nothing; but to live defeated and without glory is to die every day.

You live you die and death not ends it.