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Death is a very dull, dreary affair, and my advice to you is to have nothing whatever to do with read more
Death is a very dull, dreary affair, and my advice to you is to have nothing whatever to do with it.
God is becoming bitter, he envies man his mortality.
God is becoming bitter, he envies man his mortality.
Die? I should say not, dear fellow. No Barrymore would allow such a conventional thing to happen to him.
Die? I should say not, dear fellow. No Barrymore would allow such a conventional thing to happen to him.
A single death is a tragedy; a million deaths is a statistic.
A single death is a tragedy; a million deaths is a statistic.
The white sail of his soul has rounded
The promontory--death.
The white sail of his soul has rounded
The promontory--death.
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.
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."
At the moment of death I hope to be surprised.
At the moment of death I hope to be surprised.
