"Does all the beauty of the world stop when you die?" "No," said the Old Oak; "it will last much longer - longer than I can even think of." "Well, then," said the little May-fly, "we have the same time to live; only we reckon differently.
Enjoy life. There's plenty of time to be dead.
To be of use to the world is the only way to be happy.
It is the power of thought that gives man power over nature.
She laughed and danced with the thought of death in her heart.
We haven't yet got eyes that can gaze into all the splendour that God has created, but we shall get them one day; and that will be the finest fairy tale of all, for we shall be in it ourselves.