All say, “How hard it is we have to die” – a strange complaint to come from the mouths of people who have had to live.
When it’s time to die, let us not discover that we have never lived.
If this is dying, then I don’t think much of it.
Only those are fit to live who are not afraid to die.
Only death reveals what a nothing the body of man is.
They say such nice things about people at their funerals that it makes me sad to realize that I’m going to miss mine by just a few days.
I never go to funerals. To me a person is dead when he breathes for the last time. After that, your memories should be personal.
To judge of the real importance of the individual, we should think of the effect his death would produce.
If they do kill me, I shall never die another death.
I hope and trust to meet you in Heaven, both white and black – both white and black.