Let the dead have the immortality of fame, but the living the immortality of love.

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.

Love is an endless mystery, for it has nothing else to explain it.

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

Where there is love there is life.