Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow worldLike a Colossus; and we petty menWalk under his huge legs, and peep aboutTo find ourselves dishonourable graves.

Yes, I lay in my grave. But if you lie in a grave long enough, you get accustomed to it and you don't want to part from it. He had given me a pill of cyanide, He and his wife and their son also carried such pills. We all lived with death, and I want you to know that one can fall in love with death. Whoever has loved death cannot love anything else any more. When the liberation came and they told me to leave, I didn't want to go. I clung to the threshold like an ox being dragged to the slaughter. (Hanka)

When the body escaped mutilation, seldom did the heart go to the grave unscarred.

Live an exemplary life as a leader. When you are gone, you will still lead from the grave because your influence, impacts and inspirations will become and information for the living.

wealth and greatness are not destined for the grave

Don't carry your ideas to the grave untouched.

Ideas taken and planted into the grave do not germinate.

Be happy but when sad times come, know that God allow these time for self-realisation.

Do we reflect on life? Someday this life will be gone.

What are we fighting for? When go down the grave naked?

Do all the work you can, there is enough rest in the grave.

We came us spirit into the world. We shall depart us spirit out of the world.

Let your only graduation be in the grave.

Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal. Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul.

The impartial earth opens alike for the child of the pauper and the king.

And if there be no meeting past the grave, If all is darkness, silence, yet 'tis rest. Be not afraid, ye waiting hearts that weep, For still He giveth His beloved sleep, And if an endless sleep He will, 'tis best.

O death, where is thy sting? O grave, where is thy victory?

We shall lie all alike in our graves.

Up, sluggard, and waste not life; in the grave will be sleeping enough.

We go to the grave of a friend saying, A man is dead; but angels throng about him, saying, A man is born.