Death expecteth thee everywhere; be wise, therefore, and expect death everywhere.—Quarles.
The world. Oh, the world is so sweet to the dying!—Schiller.
The world is full of resurrections. Every night that folds us up in darkness is a death; and those of you that have been out early, and have seen the first of the dawn, will know it,—the day rises out of the night like a being that has burst its tomb and escaped into life.—George MacDonald.
The dissolution of forms is no loss in the mass of matter.—Pliny.
Faith builds a bridge across the gulf of death.—Young.
Debt.—He that dies pays all debts.—Shakespeare.
Poverty is hard, but debt is horrible; a man might as well have a smoky house and a scolding wife, which are said to be the two worst evils of our life.—Spurgeon.
The first step in debt is like the first step in falsehood, almost involving the necessity of proceeding in the same course, debt following debt as lie follows lie. Haydon, the painter, dated his decline from the day on which he first borrowed money.—Samuel Smiles.
Do not accustom yourself to consider debt only as an inconvenience; you will find it a calamity.—Johnson.
That swamp [of debt] which tempts men towards it with such a pretty covering of flowers and verdure. It is wonderful how soon a man gets up to his chin there,—in a condition in which, spite of himself, he is forced to think chiefly of release, though he had a scheme of the universe in his soul.—George Eliot.