If man were immortal he could be perfectly sure of seeing the day when everything in which he had trusted read more

If man were immortal he could be perfectly sure of seeing the day when everything in which he had trusted should betray his trust, and, in short, of coming eventually to hopeless misery. He would break down, at last, as every good fortune, as every dynasty, as every civilization does. In place of this we have death.

A punishment to some, to some a gift, and to many a favor.

A punishment to some, to some a gift, and to many a favor.

Every man dies - Not every man really lives.

Every man dies - Not every man really lives.

If we don't know life, how can we know death?

If we don't know life, how can we know death?

What the caterpillar calls the end of the world, the master calls
a butterfly.

What the caterpillar calls the end of the world, the master calls
a butterfly.

If death meant just leaving the stage long enough to change costume and come back as a new character...Would you read more

If death meant just leaving the stage long enough to change costume and come back as a new character...Would you slow down? Or speed up?

Death is a black camel, which kneels at the gates of all.

Death is a black camel, which kneels at the gates of all.

Death is the universal salt of states;
Blood is the base of all things--law and war.

Death is the universal salt of states;
Blood is the base of all things--law and war.

One death is a tragedy; one million is a statistic.

One death is a tragedy; one million is a statistic.