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

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

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, in the final analysis, is only the easiest and quickest means to go back to God. If only we could make people understand that we come from God and that we have to go back to Him!

Death stands at attention, obedient, expectant, ready to serve, ready to shear away the peoples en masse; ready, if called on, to pulverise, without hope of repair, what is left of civilisation. He awaits only the word of command. He awaits it from a frail, bewildered being, long his victim, now-for one occasion only-his Master.