The day which we fear as our last is but the birthday of eternity. – Seneca

For what is it to die but to stand naked in the wind and to melt into the sun? – Kahlil Gibran, from "The Prophet"

Death leaves a heartache no one can heal, love leaves a memory no one can steal. – From a headstone in Ireland

He who has gone, so we but cherish his memory, abides with us, more potent, nay, more present than the living man. – Antoine de Saint-Exupery