If man were immortal he could be perfectly sure of seeing the day when everything in which he had trusted should betray his trust, and, in short, of coming eventually to hopeless misery. He would break down, at last, as every good fortune, as every dynasty, as every civilization does. In place of this we have death.
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Most people would rather die than think: many do.
Most people would rather die than think: many do.
As men, we are all equal in the presence of death.
As men, we are all equal in the presence of death.
He that lives to forever, never fears dying.
He that lives to forever, never fears dying.
They tell us that suicide is the greatest piece of cowardice... that suicide is wrong; when it is quite obvious read more
They tell us that suicide is the greatest piece of cowardice... that suicide is wrong; when it is quite obvious that there is nothing in the world to which every man has a more unassailable title than to his own life and person.
Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the read more
Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
Death is as sure for that which is born, as birth is for that which is dead. Therefore grieve not read more
Death is as sure for that which is born, as birth is for that which is dead. Therefore grieve not for what is inevitable.
If I'm going to Hell, I'm going there playing the piano.
If I'm going to Hell, I'm going there playing the piano.
How long after you are gone will ripples remain as evidence that you were cast into the pool of life?.
How long after you are gone will ripples remain as evidence that you were cast into the pool of life?.
I have wrestled with death. It is the most unexciting contest you can imagine. It takes place in an impalpable read more
I have wrestled with death. It is the most unexciting contest you can imagine. It takes place in an impalpable grayness, with nothing underfoot, with nothing around, without spectators, without clamor, without glory, without the great desire of victory, without the great fear of defeat.
