Death would not be called bad, O people, if one knew how to truly die.

Death would not be called bad, O people, if one knew how to truly die.

We must all die!
All leave ourselves, it matters not where, when,
Nor how, so we die read more

We must all die!
All leave ourselves, it matters not where, when,
Nor how, so we die well; and can that man that does so
Need lamentation for him?

Nothing in his life became him like the leaving it.

Nothing in his life became him like the leaving it.

If there were dreams to sell, what would you buy?

If there were dreams to sell, what would you buy?

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.

Perhaps they are not stars, but rather openings in heaven where the love of our lost ones pours through and read more

Perhaps they are not stars, but rather openings in heaven where the love of our lost ones pours through and shines down upon us to let us know they are happy.

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.

There are so many little dyings that it doesn't matter which of them is death.

There are so many little dyings that it doesn't matter which of them is death.

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.