The Grave, Dread Thing! Men Shiver When Thou'rt Named: Nature Appalled, Shakes Off Her Wonted Firmness.
When Among The Graves Of Thy Fellows, Walk With Circumspection; Thine Own Is Open At Thy Feet.
Apothecary, N. The Physician's Accomplice, Undertaker's Benefactor And Grave Worm's Provider
We Are An Overfed And Undernourished Nation Digging An Early Grave With Our Teeth.
Meetings Are Places Where Dead Ideas Rise From Their Graves And Eat The Brains Of The Living.
A Little Time, And Thou Shalt Close Thy Eyes; And Him Who Has Attended Thee To Thy Grave, Another Soon Will Lament.