Every cradle asks us, Whence? and every coffin, Whither? The poor barbarian, — Robert Green Ingersoll
Fame is but an inscription on a grave, and glory the melancholy blazon on a coffin lid. — Alexander Smith
Childhood is long and narrow like a coffin, and you can’t get out of it on your own. — Tove Ditlevsen
The only thing I expect out of lawyers is that they be back in their coffins by sunup. — F. Ross Johnson