“Sleep is truly, as they say, akin to death, and relieves the heart of the sweet care that keeps it in life.”

“Care keeps his watch in every old man’s eye,
And where care lodges, sleep will never lie.”

“But death was sweet, death was gentle, death was kind; death healed the bruised spirit and the broken heart, and gave them rest and forgetfulness; death was man’s best friend; when man could endure life no longer, death came and set him free.”

“At Orcus' portals hold their lair
Wild Sorrow and avenging Care;
And pale Diseases cluster there,
And pleasureless Decay
Foul Penury, and Fears that kill,
And Hunger, counsellor of ill,
A ghastly presence they:
Suffering and Death the threshold keep,
And with them Death's blood-brother, Sleep.”

“Such a caring for death, an awakening that keeps vigil over death, a conscience that looks death in the face, is another name for freedom.”

“Good, old-fashioned ways keep hearts sweet, heads sane, hands busy.”

“With my life comes my heart, yours now to crush or cherish as you will. It is my hope you will have a care in keeping both.”

“Can death be sleep, when life is but a dream,
And scenes of bliss pass as a phantom by?
---"On death”

“Labor is sweet, for Thou hast toiled,
And care is light, for Thou hast cared;
Let not our works with self be soiled,
Nor in unsimple ways ensnared.
Through life's long day and death's dark night,
O gentle Jesus! be our light.”

“Slaves sing most when they are most unhappy. The songs of the slave represent the sorrows of his heart; and he is relieved by them, only as an aching heart is relieved by its tears.”