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.

God is becoming bitter, he envies man his mortality.

God is becoming bitter, he envies man his mortality.

To stop sinning suddenly.

To stop sinning suddenly.

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.

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.

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.

So fades a summer cloud away;
So sinks the gale when storms are o'er;
So gently shuts read more

So fades a summer cloud away;
So sinks the gale when storms are o'er;
So gently shuts the eye of day;
So dies a wave along the shore.

I am ready to meet my maker, but whether my maker is prepared for the great ordeal of meeting me read more

I am ready to meet my maker, but whether my maker is prepared for the great ordeal of meeting me is another matter.

Death--the last sleep? No, it is the final awakening.

Death--the last sleep? No, it is the final awakening.