C.N. Douglas, comp. Forty Thousand Quotations: Prose and Poetical. 1917.


Let the dead bury their dead.


De mortuis nil nisi bonum.—Of the dead be nothing said but what is good.


Death puts an end to rivalship and competition. The dead can boast no advantage over us, nor can we triumph over them.


  • He who hath bent him o’er the dead,
  • Ere the first day of death is fled—
  • The first dark day of nothingness,
  • The last of danger and distress,
  • (Before Decay’s effacing fingers,
  • Have swept the lines where beauty lingers)—
  • And mark’d the mild angelic air,
  • The rapture of repose that’s there.
  • Byron.

    We hold reunions, not for the dead, for there is nothing in all the earth that you and I can do for the dead. They are past our help and past our praise. We can add to them no glory, we can give to them no immortality. They do not need us, but forever and forever more we need them.