He who hurries through life hurries to his grave.
Perhaps the early grave Which men weep over may be meant to save.
I'll perform all the way to the grave.
It's a fool's life, a rogue's life, and a good life if you keep laughing all the way to the grave.
After the last shovel of dirt was patted in place, I sat down and let my mind drift back through the years. I thought of the old K. C. Baking Powder can, and the first time I saw my pups in the box at the depot. I thought of the fifty dollars, the nickels and dimes, and the fishermen and blackberry patches. I looked at his grave and, with tears in my eyes, I voiced these words: "You were worth it, old friend, and a thousand times over.
I know how people are, with their habits of mind. Most will sail through from cradle to grave with a conscience clean as snow. . . I know people. Most have no earthly notion of the price of a snow-white conscience.
Have you ever been bitten by an elephant? How about a mosquito? It's the little things in life that will bite you. For most of us, it's the frequent, small and seemingly inconsequential choices that are of grave concern.
I don't believe in love at first sight. I think it's a grave mistake.
[Man]. . . his origin, his growth, his hopes and fears, his loves and his beliefs are but the outcome of accidental collocations of atoms; that no fire, no heroism, no intensity of thought and feeling can preserve an individual life beyond the grave; that all the labour of the ages, all the devotion, all the inspiration, all the noonday brightness of human genius are destined to extinction in the vast death of the solar system, and that the whole temple of Man's achievement must inevitably be buried beneath the debris of a universe in ruins.
The voice of Christ is so powerful that it awakens the spiritually dead in the grave of sin to hear it and live.
In grave difficulties, and with little hope, the boldest measures are the safest.
Praise follows truth afar off, and only overtakes her at the grave; plausibility clings to her skirts and holds her back till then
The Papacy is not other than the Ghost of the deceased Roman Empire, sitting crowned upon the grave thereof.
We speak of peace, yes, but whose peace? Poland's? Bulgaria's? The peace of the grave?
One way we exercise political freedom is to vote for the candidate of our choice. Another way is to use our money to try to persuade other voters to make a similar choice - that is, to contribute to our candidate's campaign. If either of these freedoms is violated, the consequences are very grave not only for the individual voter and contributor, but for the society whose free political processes depend on a wide distribution of political power.
Cat tongues are awesome. " --Nellie Gomez, The 39 Clues, Beyond The Grave
Ambition's cradle oftenest is its grave
The disciples found angels at the grave of Him they loved; and we should always find them too, but that our eyes are too full of tears for seeing.
Avoid, which many grave men have not done, words taken from sacred subjects and from elevated poetry: these we have seen vilely prostituted. Avoid too the society of the barbarians who misemploy them.
Consume more than you need This is the dream Make you pauper Or make you queen I won't die lonely I'll have it all prearranged A grave that's deep and wide enough For me and all my mountains o'things