“The grit of the deathbed earth grows soft”
“It was like hate on a deathbed.”
“Our love grows soft if it is not strengthened by truth, and our truth grows hard if it is not softened by love.”
“Soft as the earth is mankind and both need to be altered.”
“Tread softly! All the earth is holy ground.”
“On their deathbed men will speak true, they say.”