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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!.
There are worse things in life than death. Have you ever spent an evening with an insurance salesman?.
There are worse things in life than death. Have you ever spent an evening with an insurance salesman?.
Hell is where everyone is doing his own thing. Paradise is where everyone is doing God's thing.
Hell is where everyone is doing his own thing. Paradise is where everyone is doing God's thing.
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.
What I look forward to is continued immaturity followed by death.
What I look forward to is continued immaturity followed by death.
He was a man, take him for all in all, I shall not look upon his like again.
He was a man, take him for all in all, I shall not look upon his like again.
You can kill a man but you can't kill an idea.
You can kill a man but you can't kill an idea.
Why fear death when it is the only path to meet the Maker.
Why fear death when it is the only path to meet the Maker.
