I do not choose that my grave should be dug while I am still alive.
We receive reports now on a daily basis from our own people on the ground in Darfur on widespread atrocities and grave violations of human rights against the civilian population.
Jealousy is the grave of affection.
All over the world the wildlife that I write about is in grave danger. It is being exterminated by what we call the progress of civilization.
We can know nothing till after this grave debate. The soul must withdraw, for this is not its hour. Now the knife must divide the flesh, and lay the ravage bare, and do its work completely.
Confession is always weakness. The grave soul keeps its own secrets, and takes its own punishment in silence.
Nature gives to every time and season some beauties of its own; and from morning to night, as from the cradle to the grave, it is but a succession of changes so gentle and easy that we can scarcely mark their progress.
Isn't it sad to go to your grave without ever wondering why you were born? Who, with such a thought, would not spring from bed, eager to resume discovering the world and rejoicing to be part of it?
Life was a funny thing that happened to me on the way to the grave.
You fall out of your mother's womb, you crawl across open country under fire, and drop into your grave.
Sometimes it feels as if everything in life is just something we haul into the grave.
The fact that a Republican is in the late Senator Kennedy's old seat probably must have him rolling in his grave, probably spilling his drink.
One half of my life has put the other half in the grave.
Call it vanity, call it arrogant presumption, call it what you wish, but I would grope for the nearest open grave if I had no newspaper to work for, no need to search for and sometimes find the winged word that just fits, no keen wonder over what each unfolding day may bring.
One keeps forgetting old age up to the very brink of the grave.