What the caterpillar calls the end of the world, the master calls
a butterfly.

What the caterpillar calls the end of the world, the master calls
a butterfly.

Nothing in his life became him like the leaving it.

Nothing in his life became him like the leaving it.

We are not the worst moments of our lives.
Sister Helen Prejean, author of Dead Man Walking.

We are not the worst moments of our lives.
Sister Helen Prejean, author of Dead Man Walking.

Death is a black camel, which kneels at the gates of all.

Death is a black camel, which kneels at the gates of all.

Death makes angels of us all and gives us wings where we had shoulders smooth as ravens claws.

Death makes angels of us all and gives us wings where we had shoulders smooth as ravens claws.

To die will be an awfully big adventure.

To die will be an awfully big adventure.

Every man dies - Not every man really lives.

Every man dies - Not every man really lives.

We say that the hour of death cannot be forecast, but when we say this we imagine that hour as read more

We say that the hour of death cannot be forecast, but when we say this we imagine that hour as placed in an obscure and distant future. It never occurs to us that it has any connection with the day already begun or that death could arrive this same afternoon, this afternoon which is so certain and which has every hour filled in advance.

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

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