One can be a soldier without dying and a lover without sighing.

No power on earth compares to a mother's tender prayers.

Early violets blue and white Dying for their love of light.

Never the spirit was born; the spirit shall cease to be never; Never was time it was not; End and Beginning are dreams! Birth-less and deathless and changeless remaineth the spirit forever. Death hath not touched it all, dead though the house of it seems!

Sweetest smile is made saddest tear-drop!

For death, Now I know, is that first breath Which our souls draw when we enter Life, which is of all life center.

A little rain will fill The lily's cup which hardly moistens the field.