I am going to seek the great Perhaps.

I am going to seek the great Perhaps.

What we have done for ourselves alone dies with us; what we have done for others and the world remains read more

What we have done for ourselves alone dies with us; what we have done for others and the world remains and is immortal.

Plan for this world as if you expect to live forever; but plan for the hereafter as if you expect read more

Plan for this world as if you expect to live forever; but plan for the hereafter as if you expect to die tomorrow.

Two babies were born on the same day at the same hospital. They lay there and looked at each other. read more

Two babies were born on the same day at the same hospital. They lay there and looked at each other. Their familiescame and took them away. Eighty years later, by a bizarre coincidence, they lay in the same hospital, on their deathbeds, next to each other. One of them looked at the other and said,
So. What did you think?.

Tell me not, in mournful numbers,
Life is but an empty dream!
For the soul is dead that slumbers,
and read more

Tell me not, in mournful numbers,
Life is but an empty dream!
For the soul is dead that slumbers,
and things are not what they seem.
Life is real! Life is earnest!
And the grave is not its goal;
Dust thou art; to dust returnest,
Was not spoken of the soul.

Loss and possession, Death and life are one. There falls no shadow where There shines no sun.

Loss and possession, Death and life are one. There falls no shadow where There shines no sun.

What I look forward to is continued immaturity followed by death.

What I look forward to is continued immaturity followed by death.

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.

Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the read more

Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.