The brave die never, though they sleep in dust: Their courage nerves a thousand living men.

If we can say with Seneca, "This life is only a prelude to eternity," then we need not worry so much over the fittings and furnishings of this ante-room; and more than that, it will give dignity and purpose to the fleeting days to know they are linked with the eternal things as prelude and preparation.

We say we exchange words when we meet. What we exchange is souls.

The brave die never, though they sleep in dust: Their courage nerves a thousand living men.