Death's not a separation or alteration or parting; it's just a one-handled door.

O happy dogs of England, Bark well at errand boys, If you lived anywhere else, You would not be allowed to make such an infernal noise.

I only asked my friends to be friendly and polite, I found them indifferent and censorious; The one I left to silence, the other to reproach: God send me over all such friends victorious.

Love is not love that wounded bleeds And bleeding sullies slow. Come death within my hands and I Unto my love will go.

This is the simplest of all thoughts, that Death must come when we call, although he is a god.

Nothing is more wistful than the scent of lilac, nor more robust than its woody stalk, for we must remember that it is a tree as well as a flower, we must try not to forget this.

Christianity in the suburb is cheerful. The church is a centre of social activity and those who go to church need never be lonely.