Perhaps they are not stars, but rather openings in heaven where the love of our lost ones pours through and read more

Perhaps they are not stars, but rather openings in heaven where the love of our lost ones pours through and shines down upon us to let us know they are happy.

Death is the ugly fact which Nature has to hide, and she hides it well.

Death is the ugly fact which Nature has to hide, and she hides it well.

The white sail of his soul has rounded
The promontory--death.

The white sail of his soul has rounded
The promontory--death.

All women do have a different sense of sexuality, or sense of fun, or sense of like what's sexy or read more

All women do have a different sense of sexuality, or sense of fun, or sense of like what's sexy or cool or tough.

The day which we fear as our last is but the birthday of eternity.

The day which we fear as our last is but the birthday of eternity.

Men fear Death, as children fear to go in the dark; and as that
natural fear in children is read more

Men fear Death, as children fear to go in the dark; and as that
natural fear in children is increased with tales, so is the
other.

I know not what others may choose but, as for me, give me liberty or give me death.

I know not what others may choose but, as for me, give me liberty or give me death.

We say that the hour of death cannot be forecast, but when we say this we imagine that hour as read more

We say that the hour of death cannot be forecast, but when we say this we imagine that hour as placed in an obscure and distant future. It never occurs to us that it has any connection with the day already begun or that death could arrive this same afternoon, this afternoon which is so certain and which has every hour filled in advance.

The death-change comes.
Death is another life. We bow our heads
At going out, we think, and read more

The death-change comes.
Death is another life. We bow our heads
At going out, we think, and enter straight
Another golden chamber of the king's
Larger than this we leave, and lovelier.
And then in shadowy glimpses, disconnect,
The story, flower-like, closes thus its leaves.
The will of God is all in all. He makes,
Destroys, remakes, for His own pleasure, all.