Whenever someone great passes, all of us have a loss.

Stone, steel, dominions pass, Faith too, no wonder; So leave alone the grass That I am under.

Life passes. Eternity comes to meet us with great strides. Soon we shall be living with the very life of Jesus. Having drunk deep at the source of all bitterness, we shall be deified in the very source of all joys, of all delights

Because Cards’ fans are the most knowledgeable and loyal in all of baseball, they booed almost reluctantly, polite as booing goes, what would have passes as a standing ovation in Philly.

But it is possible, it is possible: the old grief, by a great mystery of human life, gradually passes into quiet, tender joy; instead of young, ebullient blood comes a mild, serene old age: I bless the sun’s rising each day and my heart sings to it as before, but now I love its setting even more, its long slanting rays, and with them quiet, mild, tender memories, dear images from the whole of a long and blessed life–and over all is God’s truth, moving, reconciling, all-forgiving!

Yet there be certain times in a young man’s life, when, through great sorrow or sin, all the boy in him is burnt and seared away so that he passes at one step to the more sorrowful state of manhood.

I do nothing, granted. But I see the hours pass – which is better than trying to fill them.

In this dark world, the Lord Jesus gave us the task of passing on His love

Be passionate, be optimistic, be grateful.

A breeze passes in the night. When did it spring up? Whence does it come? Whither is it going? No man knows.

The more violent the storm, the quicker it passes.

Passion is needed for any great work, and for the revolution, passion and audacity are required in big doses.

Fear comes, but fear passes.

All that passes for knowledge can be arranged in a hierarchy of degrees of certainty, with arithmetic and the facts of perception at the top.