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 we have done for ourselves alone dies with us; what we have done for others and the world remains read more
What we have done for ourselves alone dies with us; what we have done for others and the world remains and is immortal.
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.
Death hath so many doors to let out life.
Death hath so many doors to let out life.
Call no man happy till he is dead.
Call no man happy till he is dead.
Death--the last sleep? No, it is the final awakening.
Death--the last sleep? No, it is the final awakening.
He that lives to forever, never fears dying.
He that lives to forever, never fears dying.
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.
The white sail of his soul has rounded
The promontory--death.
The white sail of his soul has rounded
The promontory--death.
Nothing in his life became him like the leaving it.
Nothing in his life became him like the leaving it.
