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The dutifulness of children is the foundation of all virtue. (Cicero)
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The soul that suffers is stronger than the soul that rejoices. (E. Shepard)
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Tears are often the telescope by which men see far into Heaven. (H.W. Beecher)
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Strength is born in the deep silence of long-suffering hearts, not amid joy. (Hemans)
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What seem to us but dim funereal tapers may be Heaven's distant lamps. (Longfellow)
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Death is the golden key that opens the palace of Eternity. (Milton)
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Death is the golden key that opens the palace of Eternity. (Milton)
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The soul that suffers is stronger than the soul that rejoices. (E. Shepard)
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Tears are often the telescope by which men see far into Heaven. (H.W. Beecher)
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Strength is born in the deep silence of long-suffering hearts, not amid joy. (Hemans)
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What seem to us but dim funereal tapers may be Heaven's distant lamps. (Longfellow)
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Death is the golden key that opens the palace of Eternity. (Milton)
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There is a sweet joy that comes to us through sorrow. (Spurgeon)
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Earth hath no sorrow that Heaven cannot heal. (Moore)
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Heaven, the treasury of everlasting joy. (Shakespeare)
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Death is not a foe, but an inevitable adventure. (Sir Oliver Lodge)
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Every man's life is a plan of God. (Horace Bushnell)
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The acts of this life are the destiny of the next. (Eastern proverb)
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Sorrows are like tall angels with star-crowns in their hair. (Margery Eldredge Howell)
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The heart of him who truly loves is a paradise on earth. (Lamennais)
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Mutual love, the crown of all our bliss. (Milton)
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Things past belong to memory alone, things future are the property of hope. (John Home)
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Each lonely scene shall thee restore. (William Collins)
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Music, when soft voices die, vibrates in the memory... (Shelley)
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Safe in the hallowed quiets of the past. (Lowell)
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In His will is our peace. (Dante)
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The end and the reward of toil is rest. (James Beattie)
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Till the Master of all good workmen shall set us to work anew. (Rudyard Kipling)
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The kiss of the sun for pardon, the song of the birds for mirth, One's nearer God's heart in a garden, than anywhere else on earth. (Dorothy Francis Gurney)
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Dust thou art, to dust returnest, was not spoken of the soul. (Longfellow)
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Nature's loving proxy, the watchful mother. (Bulwer)
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Mercy to him that shows it, is the rule. (Cowper)
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The greatest attribute of Heaven is mercy. (Beaumont and Fletcher)
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Humble love, and not proud science, keeps the door of Heaven. (Young)
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To love is to place our happiness in the happiness of another. (Leibnitz)
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Yet in this heart's most sacred place, thou, thou, alone, shall dwell forever. (Moore)
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...There hath pass'd away a glory from the earth. (Wordsworth)
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Joy, joy forever! My task is done--the gates are pass'd, and heaven is won. (Moore)
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The cross leads generations on. (Shelley)
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...The heart of man is restles until it finds its rest in Thee. (St. Augustine)
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God is and all is well. (Whittier)
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Death's but a path to be trod if man would ever pass to God. (T. Parnell)
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Onward to thy glory! 'Tis always morning somewhere in the world. (R.H. Horne)
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Life's a voyage that's homeward bound. (H. Melville)
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He hath awakened from the dream of life. (Shelley)
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Beyond is the infinite morning of a day without a tomorrow. (W.S. Abbott)
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Give sorrow words; the grief that does not speak whispers the o'erfraught heart and bids it break... (Shakespeare)
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Where He leads me I can safely go. (Millay)
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God gives us love. Something to love He lends us. (Tennyson)
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Whither though goest, I will go. (Ruth 1: 16)
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But in the night of death hope sees a star, and listening love can hear the rustle of a wing. (Ingersoll)
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There never was night that had no morn. (D.M.N. Craik)
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Faith builds a bridge across the gulf of death. (Young)
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Until the day break, and the shadows flee away.
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"Tis not the whole of life to live, nor all of death to die. (J. Montgomery)
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Where there is sorrow there is holy ground. (Wilde)
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Now twilight lets her curtain down and pins it with a star. (L.M. Child)
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Earth has no sorrow that heaven cannot heal. (Moore)
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Where there is much light, the shadows are deepest. (Goethe)
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His daily prayer, far better understood in acts than words, was simply doing good. (Whittier)