It is not length of life, but depth of life.
A horizon is nothing save the limit of our sight.
They fell, but o'er their glorious grave Floats free the banner of the cause they died to save.
And they who for their country die shall fill an honored grave, for glory lights the soldier's tomb, and beauty weeps the brave.
The legacy of heroes is the memory of a great name and the inheritance of a great example.
Death cannot kill what never dies.
Who kept the faith and fought the fight; The glory theirs, the duty ours.
It is foolish and wrong to mourn the men who died. Rather we should thank God that such men lived.
There is nothing wrong with America that cannot be cured with what is right in America.
For death is no more than a turning of us over from time to eternity.
The patriot's blood is the seed of Freedom's tree.
I have long believed that sacrifice is the pinnacle of patriotism.
There is no death, only a change of worlds.
The Flag still floats unblotted with defeat! But ah the blood that keeps its ripples red, The starry lives that keep its field alight.
Life is a succession of moments, to live each one is to succeed.
Famous men have the whole earth as their memorial.
In the godforsaken, obscene quicksand of life, there is a deafening alleluia rising from the souls of those who weep, and of those who weep with those who weep. If you watch, you will see The hand of God putting the stars back in their skies one by one.
A considerable percentage of the people we meet on the street are people who are empty inside, that is, they are actually already dead. It is fortunate for us that we do not see and do not know it. If we knew what a number of people are actually dead and what a number of these dead people govern our lives, we should go mad with horror.
A useless life is an early death.
The hero dead cannot expire: The dead still play their part.
I have only slipped away into the next room, I am I and you are you. Whatever we were to each other, that we still are. Call me by my familiar name. Speak to me in the easy way which you always used .... Play, smile, think of me .... All is well.
Spirit, that made those heroes dare To die, and leave their children free, Bid Time and Nature gently spare The shaft we raise to them and thee.
We do not remember days, we remember moments.
The life given us, by nature is short; but the memory of a well-spent life is eternal.
The bitterest tears shed over graves are for words left unsaid and deeds left undone.
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