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Tell me not, in mournful numbers,
Life is but an empty dream!
For the soul is dead that slumbers,
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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.
It is foolish and wrong to mourn the men who died. Rather we should thank God that such men lived.
It is foolish and wrong to mourn the men who died. Rather we should thank God that such men lived.
It is extraordinary how the house and the simplest possessions of someone who has been left become so quickly sordid. read more
It is extraordinary how the house and the simplest possessions of someone who has been left become so quickly sordid. Even the stain on the coffee cup seems not coffee but the physical manifestation of one's inner stain, the fatal blot that from the beginning had marked one for ultimate aloneness.
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.
We cannot banish dangers, but we can banish fears. We must not demean life by standing in awe of death.
We cannot banish dangers, but we can banish fears. We must not demean life by standing in awe of death.
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.
When he shall die Take him and cut him in little stars And he will make the face of heaven read more
When he shall die Take him and cut him in little stars And he will make the face of heaven so fine That all the world will be in love with night And pay no worship to the garish sun.
No one's death comes to pass without making some impression, and those close to the deceased inherit part of the read more
No one's death comes to pass without making some impression, and those close to the deceased inherit part of the liberated soul and become richer in their humanness.
Death is a delightful hiding place for weary men.
Death is a delightful hiding place for weary men.
