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We understand death for the first time when he puts his hand upon one whom we love.
We understand death for the first time when he puts his hand upon one whom we love.
The bitterest tears shed over graves are for words left unsaid
and deeds left undone.
The bitterest tears shed over graves are for words left unsaid
and deeds left undone.
To be in a world which is a hell, to be of that world and neither to believe in or read more
To be in a world which is a hell, to be of that world and neither to believe in or guess at anything but that world is not merely hell but the only possible damnation: the act of a man damning himself. It may be -- I hope it is -- redemption to guess and perhaps perceive that the universe, the hell which we see for all its beauty, vastness, majesty, is only part of a whole which is quite unimaginable.
The effect of having other interests beyond those domestic works well. The more one does and sees and feels, the read more
The effect of having other interests beyond those domestic works well. The more one does and sees and feels, the more one is able to do, and the more genuine may be one's appreciation of fundamental things like home, and love, and understanding companionship.
It is only the dead who do not return.
It is only the dead who do not return.
I do not believe in an afterlife, although I am bringing a change of underwear.
I do not believe in an afterlife, although I am bringing a change of underwear.
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.
Nothing you can lose by dying is half as precious as the readiness to die, which is man's charter of read more
Nothing you can lose by dying is half as precious as the readiness to die, which is man's charter of nobility.
Death--the last sleep? No, it is the final awakening.
Death--the last sleep? No, it is the final awakening.
