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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Mors sceptra ligonibus aequat.
(Death levels sceptre and the law.)
Mors sceptra ligonibus aequat.
(Death levels sceptre and the law.)
It is as natural to die as to be born; and to a little infant,
perhaps, the one is read more
It is as natural to die as to be born; and to a little infant,
perhaps, the one is as painful as the other.
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.
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.
Men fear death, as if unquestionably the greatest evil, and yet no man knows that it may not be the read more
Men fear death, as if unquestionably the greatest evil, and yet no man knows that it may not be the greatest good.
Every man dies - Not every man really lives.
Every man dies - Not every man really lives.
To die will be an awfully big adventure.
To die will be an awfully big adventure.
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.
