He that lives to forever, never fears dying.

He that lives to forever, never fears dying.

It's funny how most people love the dead, once you're dead your made for life.

It's funny how most people love the dead, once you're dead your made for life.

But whether on the scaffold high,
Or in the battle's van,
The fittest place where man can read more

But whether on the scaffold high,
Or in the battle's van,
The fittest place where man can die
Is where he dies for man.

The white sail of his soul has rounded
The promontory--death.

The white sail of his soul has rounded
The promontory--death.

We say that the hour of death cannot be forecast, but when we say this we imagine that hour as read more

We say that the hour of death cannot be forecast, but when we say this we imagine that hour as placed in an obscure and distant future. It never occurs to us that it has any connection with the day already begun or that death could arrive this same afternoon, this afternoon which is so certain and which has every hour filled in advance.

Death--the last sleep? No, it is the final awakening.

Death--the last sleep? No, it is the final awakening.

A man's dying is more the survivors' affair than his own.

A man's dying is more the survivors' affair than his own.

The day which we fear as our last is but the birthday of eternity.

The day which we fear as our last is but the birthday of eternity.

Death hath so many doors to let out life.

Death hath so many doors to let out life.