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Death--the last sleep? No, it is the final awakening.
Death--the last sleep? No, it is the final awakening.
Her cabin'd ample spirit,
It fluttered and fail'd for breath;
Tonight it doth inherit
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Her cabin'd ample spirit,
It fluttered and fail'd for breath;
Tonight it doth inherit
The vasty hall of death.
A man does not die of love or his liver or even of old age; he dies of being a read more
A man does not die of love or his liver or even of old age; he dies of being a man.
A single death is a tragedy; a million deaths is a statistic.
A single death is a tragedy; a million deaths is a statistic.
Death hath so many doors to let out life.
Death hath so many doors to let out life.
Let children walk with Nature, let them see the beautiful blendings and communions of death and life, their joyous inseparable read more
Let children walk with Nature, let them see the beautiful blendings and communions of death and life, their joyous inseparable unity, as taught in woods and meadows, plains and mountains and streams of our blessed star, and they will learn that death is stingless indeed, and as beautiful as life.
It is never death because they live in your heart foever.
It is never death because they live in your heart foever.
For death is no more than a turning of us over from time to eternity.
For death is no more than a turning of us over from time to eternity.
