"I don't want any cover for the graves of my dead but grass and flowers, and sky and clouds.

I like the rain to fall on them, and the sun to shine, so that the grass and flowers will grow.

If you are satisfied that the soul of Henry is safe in Heaven, that is all that is necessary.

Laying a slab of iron on top of earth six feet above his body will make no difference to him.

If he is singing with the angels, by all means save your money for the organ." "I don't know about the singin', but I'd stake my last red cent he's still hollerin' fur Grant.