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We must all die!
All leave ourselves, it matters not where, when,
Nor how, so we die read more
We must all die!
All leave ourselves, it matters not where, when,
Nor how, so we die well; and can that man that does so
Need lamentation for him?
For death is no more than a turning of us over from time to eternity.
For death is no more than a turning of us over from time to eternity.
How frighteningly few are the persons whose death would spoil our appetite and make the world seem empty.
How frighteningly few are the persons whose death would spoil our appetite and make the world seem empty.
Death will be a great relief. No more interviews.
Death will be a great relief. No more interviews.
Somewhere, in desolate, wind-swept space,
In twilight land, in no man's land,
Two hurrying shapes met face read more
Somewhere, in desolate, wind-swept space,
In twilight land, in no man's land,
Two hurrying shapes met face to face
And bade each other stand.
"And who are you?" cried one, a-gape,
Shuddering in the glimmering light.
"I know not," said the second shape,
"I only died last night."
One death is a tragedy; one million is a statistic.
One death is a tragedy; one million is a statistic.
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.
To fear love is to fear life, and those who fear life are already three parts dead.
To fear love is to fear life, and those who fear life are already three parts dead.
