Nothing you can lose by dying is half as precious as the readiness to die, which is man's charter of read more

Nothing you can lose by dying is half as precious as the readiness to die, which is man's charter of nobility.

Be ashamed to die until you have won some victory for humanity.

Be ashamed to die until you have won some victory for humanity.

Poverty is the worst form of death.

Poverty is the worst form of death.

The great art of life is sensation, to feel that we exist, even in pain.

The great art of life is sensation, to feel that we exist, even in pain.

When you were born, you cried and the world rejoiced. Live your life so that when you die, the world read more

When you were born, you cried and the world rejoiced. Live your life so that when you die, the world cries and you rejoice.

Let us endeavor to live that when we come to die even the undertaker will be sorry.

Let us endeavor to live that when we come to die even the undertaker will be sorry.

Death cometh soon or late;
And how can man die better
Than facing fearful odds
For the ashes of his read more

Death cometh soon or late;
And how can man die better
Than facing fearful odds
For the ashes of his fathers
And the temples of his gods?.

MUFFLED CADENCE
The sound of shot.
The roar of gun.
Thy will be done
blares the drum.
The sudden shock.
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MUFFLED CADENCE
The sound of shot.
The roar of gun.
Thy will be done
blares the drum.
The sudden shock.
The news farflung.
Thy will be done
beats the drum.
The hour of grief.
The darkened sun.
Thy will be done
rolls the drum.
The sound of shot.
The grave begun.
Thy will be done
mourns the drum.
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by N Marshall Bertsch
(N Marshall Bertsch is a Republican who was profoundly
griefstricken by the assassination of John F Kennedy).

I have wrestled with death. It is the most unexciting contest you can imagine. It takes place in an impalpable read more

I have wrestled with death. It is the most unexciting contest you can imagine. It takes place in an impalpable grayness, with nothing underfoot, with nothing around, without spectators, without clamor, without glory, without the great desire of victory, without the great fear of defeat.