The death-change comes.
Death is another life. We bow our heads
At going out, we think, and enter straight
Another golden chamber of the king's
Larger than this we leave, and lovelier.
And then in shadowy glimpses, disconnect,
The story, flower-like, closes thus its leaves.
The will of God is all in all. He makes,
Destroys, remakes, for His own pleasure, all.
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We cannot banish dangers, but we can banish fears. We must not demean life by standing in awe of death.
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Boy, when you are dead, they really fix you up. I hope to hell when I do die somebody has read more
Boy, when you are dead, they really fix you up. I hope to hell when I do die somebody has sense enough to just dump me in the river or something. Anything except sticking me in a god dam cemetery. People coming and putting a bunch of flowers on your stomach on Sunday and all that crap. Who wants flowers when you are dead? Nobody.
God is becoming bitter, he envies man his mortality.
God is becoming bitter, he envies man his mortality.
If there were dreams to sell, what would you buy?
If there were dreams to sell, what would you buy?
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.
While we are mourning the loss of our friend, others are rejoicing to meet him behind the veil.
While we are mourning the loss of our friend, others are rejoicing to meet him behind the veil.
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.
I am ready to meet my Maker. Whether my Maker is prepared for the ordeal of meeting me is another read more
I am ready to meet my Maker. Whether my Maker is prepared for the ordeal of meeting me is another matter.
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.
