“If I were dead and buried And I heard your voice, Beneath the sod My heart of dust Would still rejoice.”

“My heart, as I closed the cabinet and rose to my feet, was a small dead creature. If I could bury it in the woods, I would.”

“Buried beneath disappointment and fear, anger and pride, I just might find it in my heart to forgive.”

“Keep listening for that still small voice if you are weary on life's road; the Lord will make your heart rejoice if you will let him take your load." —Hess”

“I don’t glorify the dead. If I didn’t care if they were still alive, why do I even bother when they are dead. If I love a person when they are still alive, they will remain in my mind and in my heart when they die.”

“O how all things are far removed and long have passed away. I do believe the star, whose light my face reflects, is dead and has been so for many thousand years. I had a vision of a passing boat and heard some voices saying disquieting things. I heard a clock strike in some distant house... but in which house?... I long to quiet my anxious heart and stand beneath the sky's immensity. I long to pray... And one of all the stars must still exist. I do believe that I would know which one alone endured, and which like a white city stands at the ray's end shining in the heavens. ”