We can know nothing till after this grave debate. The soul must withdraw, for this is not its hour. Now the knife must divide the flesh, and lay the ravage bare, and do its work completely.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
Nothing can so pierce the soul as the uttermost sigh of the body.
Only on the edge of the grave can man conclude anything.
The soul is placed in the body like a rough diamond, and must be polished, or the luster of it will never appear.
I am a soul. I know well that what I shall render up to the grave is not myself. That which is myself will go elsewhere. Earth, thou art not my abyss!
Only the knife knows what goes on in the heart of a pumpkin.
The soul shall mightily rule in all hidden secrets: but it must not let in the devil.
We take nothing to the grave with us, but a good or evil conscience... It is true, terrors of conscience cast us down; and yet without terrors of conscience we cannot be raised up again.
Death is the separation of soul from body.
The sword the body wounds, sharp words the mind.
Everyone fears the cut of the blade. It doesn't matter after that. I know the spirit survives as there is so much evidence of the survival of the personality in the afterlife.