Larimore lived in such an atmosphere of purity and goodness that he had no fear whatsoever of death . From a western city in the midst of a revival, with the burden of labor and cares heavy on his heart, he wrote to F. D. Srygley: "Some sweet day I'll breathe my last. When you tell the world I am gone, please tell them I was ready, wiling and anxious to go; that I dreaded not death"
The Man From Mars Hill The Life and Times of T. B. Larimore, by J.
M. Powell, p. 97.