One death is a tragedy; one million is a statistic.

One death is a tragedy; one million is a statistic.

Evil be to him who evil thinks.

Evil be to him who evil thinks.

He had been, he said, an unconscionable time dying; but he hoped that they would excuse it.

He had been, he said, an unconscionable time dying; but he hoped that they would excuse it.

Everybody dies. Not everybody ever really lives.

Everybody dies. Not everybody ever really lives.

The harder the conflict, the more glorious the triumph. What we obtain too cheap, we esteem too lightly; it is read more

The harder the conflict, the more glorious the triumph. What we obtain too cheap, we esteem too lightly; it is dearness only that gives everything its value. I love the man that can smile in trouble, that can gather strength from distress and grow brave by reflection. 'Tis the business of little minds to shrink; but he whose heart is firm, and whose conscience approves his conduct, will pursue his principles unto death.

Death does not concern us, because as long as we exist, death is not here. And when it does come, read more

Death does not concern us, because as long as we exist, death is not here. And when it does come, we no longer exist.

Go thou, deceased, to this earth which is a mother, and spacious
and kind. May her touch be soft read more

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.

I don't want to achieve immortality through my work... I want to achieve it by not dying!

I don't want to achieve immortality through my work... I want to achieve it by not dying!

The death-change comes.
Death is another life. We bow our heads
At going out, we think, and read more

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.