Eulogy. Praise of a person who has either the advantages of wealth and power, or the consideration to be dead.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
Eulogy is nice, but one does not learn anything from it.
Someone told me just recently that poets are eulogists. It's their job, to eulogize. I didn't know that, but it makes sense. Because in almost every poem of mine there is a loss.
One way to evaluate your own reputation is to think about what would be said of you at your eulogy.
Death and life have their determined appointments; riches and honors depend upon heaven.
Of present fame think little, and of future less; the praises that we receive after we are buried, like the flowers that are strewed over our grave, may be gratifying to the living, but they are nothing to the dead.
The person who knows one thing and does it better than anyone else, even if it only be the art of raising lentils, receives the crown he merits. If he raises all his energy to that end, he is a benefactor of mankind and its rewarded as such.
It is a sign of creeping inner death when we can no longer praise the living.
A person places themselves on a level with the ones they praise.
God be thanked for books; they are the voices of the distant and the dead, and make us heirs of the spiritual life of past ages.
No eulogy is due to him who simply does his duty and nothing more.