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I'm not afraid of death; I just don't want to be there when it happens.
I'm not afraid of death; I just don't want to be there when it happens.
God is becoming bitter, he envies man his mortality.
God is becoming bitter, he envies man his mortality.
The day which we fear as our last is but the birthday of eternity.
The day which we fear as our last is but the birthday of eternity.
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.
The "kingdom of Heaven" is a condition of the heart - not something that comes "upon the earth" or "after read more
The "kingdom of Heaven" is a condition of the heart - not something that comes "upon the earth" or "after death."
My situation is a solemn one. Life is offered to me on condition of eating beefsteaks. But death is better read more
My situation is a solemn one. Life is offered to me on condition of eating beefsteaks. But death is better than cannibalism. My will contains directions for my funeral, which will be followed not by mourning coaches, but by oxen, sheep, flocks of poultry, and a small traveling aquarium of live fish, all wearing white scarf's in honor of the man who perished rather than eat his fellow creatures.
Somewhere, in desolate, wind-swept space,
In twilight land, in no man's land,
Two hurrying shapes met face read more
Somewhere, in desolate, wind-swept space,
In twilight land, in no man's land,
Two hurrying shapes met face to face
And bade each other stand.
"And who are you?" cried one, a-gape,
Shuddering in the glimmering light.
"I know not," said the second shape,
"I only died last night."
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.
The white sail of his soul has rounded
The promontory--death.
The white sail of his soul has rounded
The promontory--death.
