Go thou, deceased, to this earth which is a mother, and spacious
and kind. May her touch be soft like that of wool, or a young
woman, and may she protect thee from the depths of destruction.
Rise above him, O Earth, do not press painfully on him, give him
good things, give him consolation, as a mother covers her child
with her cloth, cover thou him.
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What then remains, but that we still should cry
Not to be born, or being born to die.
What then remains, but that we still should cry
Not to be born, or being born to die.
One death is a tragedy; one million is a statistic.
One death is a tragedy; one million is a statistic.
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.
I don\'t believe in death, neither in flesh nor in spirit.
I don\'t believe in death, neither in flesh nor in spirit.
Some people are so afraid to die that they never begin to live.
Some people are so afraid to die that they never begin to live.
The reports of my death have been greatly exaggerated.
The reports of my death have been greatly exaggerated.
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.
Every man dies - Not every man really lives.
Every man dies - Not every man really lives.
