» Heaven is so far of the mind that were the mind dissolved -- the site of it by architect could not again be proved.
» Because I could not stop for death, He kindly stopped for me; The carriage held but just ourselves and immortality.
» Death is a Dialogue between, the Spirit and the Dust.
» Dying is a wild night and a new road.
» Let us go in; the fog is rising.
» Assent -- and you are sane -- , demur -- you're straightway dangerous -- , and handled with a Chain -- .
» Will you tell me my fault, frankly as to yourself, for I had rather wince, than die. Men do not call the surgeon to commend the bone, but to set it, Sir.
» The fog is rising.
» Parting is all we know of heaven and all we need of hell.
» If I can stop one heart from breaking, I shall not live in vain.