Fear not and the God of mercies grant a full gale and a fair entry into His kingdom which may carry sweetly and swiftly over the bar that you find not the rub of death.

My mother was the sweetest lady who ever lived on this planet but if you tried to tell her that Jesus wasn't a Christian she would stomp you to death.

If efforts to do social work are couched in selfish motives then they will die a premature death. Why would my efforts get politicised? I have values I inherited from my father. He helped many. Anyone even a postman knocking on our door would get a glass of water and some sweets.

Life and death. They are somehow sweetly and beautifully mixed but I don't know how.

The call of death is a call of love. Death can be sweet if we answer it in the affirmative if we accept it as one of the great eternal forms of life and transformation.

Those who have never had a father can at any rate never know the sweets of losing one. To most men the death of his father is a new lease of life.

If my survival caused another to perish then death would be sweeter and more beloved.

Is life so dear or peace so sweet as to be purchased at the price of chains and slavery? Forbid it Almighty God! I know not what course others may take but as for me give me liberty or give me death!

My mum and my dad are the sweetest couple.

Dad was a very gentle sweet man.