“Gather out of star-dust,
Earth-dust,
Cloud-dust,
Storm-dust,
And splinters of hail,
One handful of dream-dust,
Not for sale.”

“Dust to dust, ashes to ashes. Is that all?”

“Dust, who is not dust? I am dust. But I am your Member of Parliament, nevertheless.”

“Let’s return now to the dust as the dust we are”

“We do not start as dust. We do not end as dust. We make more than dust.

That's all we ask of you. Make more than dust.”

“A cloud of dust is not a beautiful thing to look at. Very few painters have done portraits of huge clouds of dust or included them in their landscapes or still life. Film directors rarely choose huge clouds of dust to play the lead roles in romantic comedies, and as far as my research has shown, a huge cloud of dust has never placed higher than twenty-fifth in a beauty pageant.”

“Men are made of the dust of the earth.”

“Dust to dust, ashes to ashes. Halleluiah amen, you are dismissed.”

“There is the sudden. There is the eventual.
And in between, there is the living.

We do not start as dust. We do not end as dust. WE make more than dust.

That's all we ask of you. Make more than dust.”

“Ah, make the most of what we yet may spend,
Before we too into the Dust descend;
Dust into Dust, and under Dust to lie
Sans Wine, sans Song, sans Singer, and — sans End!”