“ When a friend is carried to his grave, we at once find excuses for every weakness, and palliation of every fault. We recollect a thousand endearments, which before glided off our minds without impression, a thousand favors unrepaid, a thousand duties unperformed; and wish, vainly wish, for his return, not so much that we may receive as that we may bestow happiness, and recompense that kindness which before we never understood. Samuel Johnson Writer
“ If even dying is to be made a social function, then, grant me the favor of sneaking out on tiptoe without disturbing the party. Dag Hammarskjold Diplomat
“ Be the green grass above me, with showers and dewdrops wet; and if thou wilt, remember, and if thou wilt, forget. Christina Rossetti Poet
“ The fear of death often proves mortal, and sets people on methods to save their Lives, which infallibly destroy them. Joseph Addison Essayist