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He was a great patriot, a humanitarian, a loyal friend - provided, of course, that he really is dead.
He was a great patriot, a humanitarian, a loyal friend - provided, of course, that he really is dead.
A punishment to some, to some a gift, and to many a favor.
A punishment to some, to some a gift, and to many a favor.
Boy, when you are dead, they really fix you up. I hope to hell when I do die somebody has read more
Boy, when you are dead, they really fix you up. I hope to hell when I do die somebody has sense enough to just dump me in the river or something. Anything except sticking me in a god dam cemetery. People coming and putting a bunch of flowers on your stomach on Sunday and all that crap. Who wants flowers when you are dead? Nobody.
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 fear of death follows from the fear of life. A man who lives fully is prepared to die at read more
The fear of death follows from the fear of life. A man who lives fully is prepared to die at any time.
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.
If man were immortal he could be perfectly sure of seeing the day when everything in which he had trusted read more
If man were immortal he could be perfectly sure of seeing the day when everything in which he had trusted should betray his trust, and, in short, of coming eventually to hopeless misery. He would break down, at last, as every good fortune, as every dynasty, as every civilization does. In place of this we have death.
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.
