Tears are a tribute to our deceased friends. When the body is sown, it must be watered. But we must not sorrow as those that have no hope; for we have a good hope through grace both concerning them and concerning ourselves.

In times of bereavement present sorrow dims the prospect of future bliss; and when the imagination is overwrought, death, not life, is apt to seem the ultimate reality.

A good conscience will save no man, wash away no sin, not lift us one hair's breadth towards heaven. Yet a good conscience will be found a pleasant visitor at our bedside in a dying hour.

We all labor against our own cure, for death is the cure of all diseases.

I would let death seize upon me while I am tending my cabbages.

Truth sits upon the lips of dying men.

I depart from life as from an inn, and not my home.

This world is the land of the dying; the next is the land of the living.

There is no better armor against the shafts of death than to be busied in God's service.

Let the tent be struck.

If sinners be dammed, at least let them leap to Hell over our bodies. If they will perish, let them perish with our arms about their knees. Let no one go there unwarned and unprayed for.