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.

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 believe in death, neither in flesh nor in spirit.

I don\'t believe in death, neither in flesh nor in spirit.

If we don't know life, how can we know death?

If we don't know life, how can we know death?

The sole equality on earth is death.

The sole equality on earth is death.

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

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

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.

The idea is to die young as late as possible.

The idea is to die young as late as possible.

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.