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Time rushes towards us with its hospital tray of infinitely varied narcotics, even while it is preparing us for its read more
Time rushes towards us with its hospital tray of infinitely varied narcotics, even while it is preparing us for its inevitably fatal operation.
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.
I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and read more
I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived.
One might say, for example, that a patient has a kind of St Vitus's dance; a kind of dropsy; a read more
One might say, for example, that a patient has a kind of St Vitus's dance; a kind of dropsy; a kind of nerve fever; a kind of ague. One would never say, however (to end once and for all the confusion of these names) "He has St. Vitus's dance," "He has nerve fever," "He has dropsy," "He has ague," since there simply are not any fixed, unchanging diseases to be known by such names.
The pride of dying rich raises the loudest laugh in hell.
The pride of dying rich raises the loudest laugh in hell.
Fortune is like the market, where, many times, if you can stay a little, the price will fall.
Fortune is like the market, where, many times, if you can stay a little, the price will fall.
All evils are equal when they are extreme.
All evils are equal when they are extreme.
For we brought nothing into this world, and it is certain we can carry nothing out. [1 Timothy 6:7].
For we brought nothing into this world, and it is certain we can carry nothing out. [1 Timothy 6:7].
When one by one our ties are torn, and friend from friend is snatched forlorn; When man is left alone read more
When one by one our ties are torn, and friend from friend is snatched forlorn; When man is left alone to mourn, oh! then how sweet it is to die!.
