The golden moments in the stream of life rush past us and we see nothing but sand, the angels come to visit us and we only know them when they are gone.

Death is not extinguishing the light, it is only putting out the lamp because the dawn has come.

I didn't attend the funeral but I sent a nice letter saying I approved of it.

I have a hat. It is graceful and feminine and give me a certain dignity as if I were attending a state funeral or something. Someday I may get up enough courage to wear it instead of carrying it.

Why is it that we rejoice at a birth and grieve at a funeral? It is because we are not the person involved.

It's bleak, because I can't - many of us can't - hear her sweet voice, but it's great because she did live and she was ours. I mean African-Americans and white Americans and Asians Spanish-speaking - she belonged to us and that's a great thing.

I seldom go into a natural history museum without feeling as if I were attending a funeral.

Speak me fair in death.

Secular humanists can sit around and talk about their love of humanity, but it doesn't stack up against a two-millennium-old funeral high mass.

I never go to funerals. To me a person is dead when he breathes for the last time. After that your memories should be personal.

Funeral pomp is more for the vanity of the living than for the honor of the dead.

It's bad taste to be wise all the time like being at a perpetual funeral.

I had a friend who was a clown. When he died all his friends went to the funeral in one car.

Rome - the city of visible history where the past of a whole hemisphere seems moving in funeral procession with strange ancestral images and trophies gathered from afar.

Worldly faces never look so worldly as at a funeral. They have the same effect of grating incongruity as the sound of a coarse voice breaking the solemn silence of night.

Anything awful makes me laugh. I misbehaved once at a funeral.

Always go to other people's funerals otherwise they won't come to yours.

I used to work in a funeral home to feel good about myself just the fact that I was breathing.

And whoever walks a furlong without sympathy walks to his own funeral drest in his shroud.

Those of us who have gathered here... we owe something from this minute on so this gathering is not just another footnote on the pages of history.