The past is all holy to us; the dead are all 5 holy; even they that were base and wicked when alive. Carlyle.

The past is an unfathomable depth, / Beyond the span of thought; 'tis an elapse / Which hath no mensuration, but hath been / For ever and for ever. H. Kirke White.

The past is to us a book sealed with seven seals, i.e., which no one need hope fully to open. Goethe.

The path of falsehood is a perplexing maze. Blair.

The path of nature is indeed a narrow one, and it is only the immortals that seek it, and, when they find it, they do not find themselves cramped therein. Lowell.

The path of sorrow, and that path alone, / 10 Leads to the land where sorrow is unknown. Cowper.

The path of the just is as the shining light, that shineth more and more unto the perfect day. Bible.

The path of things is silent. Emerson.

The paths of glory lead but to the grave. Gray.

The pathetic almost always consists in the detail of little circumstances. Gibbon.