Quotes by O. W. Holmes

The mossy marbles rest On the lips that he has pressed    In their bloom; And the names he loved to hear Have been carved for many a year    On the tomb.

— O. W. Holmes

When darkness gathers over all,      And the last tottering pillars fall, Take the poor dust Thy mercy warms.      And mould it into heavenly forms.

— O. W. Holmes

Life as we call it, is nothing but the edge of the boundless ocean of existence when it comes upon soundings.

— O. W. Holmes