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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When two people are under the influence of the most violent, most insane, most delusive, and most transient of passions, read more
When two people are under the influence of the most violent, most insane, most delusive, and most transient of passions, they are required to swear that they will remain in that excited, abnormal, and exhausting condition continuously until death do them part.
Time rushes towards us with its hospital tray of infinitely varied narcotics, even while it is preparing us for its read more
Time rushes towards us with its hospital tray of infinitely varied narcotics, even while it is preparing us for its inevitably fatal operation.
I really wanted to die at certain periods in my life. Death was like love, a romantic escape. I took read more
I really wanted to die at certain periods in my life. Death was like love, a romantic escape. I took pills because I didn't want to throw myself off my balcony and know people would photograph me lying dead below.
Man must vanquish himself, must do himself violence, in order to perform the slightest action untainted by evil.
Man must vanquish himself, must do himself violence, in order to perform the slightest action untainted by evil.
Until the day of his death, no man can be sure of his courage.
Until the day of his death, no man can be sure of his courage.
I want to die in my sleep like my friend.... Not screaming and yelling like the passengers in his car.
I want to die in my sleep like my friend.... Not screaming and yelling like the passengers in his car.
Madame, all stories, if continued far enough, end in death, and he is no true-story teller who would keep that read more
Madame, all stories, if continued far enough, end in death, and he is no true-story teller who would keep that from you.
But whether on the scaffold high,
Or in the battle's van,
The fittest place where man can read more
But whether on the scaffold high,
Or in the battle's van,
The fittest place where man can die
Is where he dies for man.
