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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.
A dead atheist is someone who is all dressed up with no place to go.
A dead atheist is someone who is all dressed up with no place to go.
It is better to spend your time at funerals than at festivals. For you are going to die, and you read more
It is better to spend your time at funerals than at festivals. For you are going to die, and you should think about it while there is still time.
(7:3).
It is good to die before one has done anything deserving death.
It is good to die before one has done anything deserving death.
Tears are sometimes an inappropriate response to death. When a life has been lived completely honestly, completely successfully, or just read more
Tears are sometimes an inappropriate response to death. When a life has been lived completely honestly, completely successfully, or just completely, the correct response to death's perfect punctuation mark is a smile.
Because I could not stop for death
He kindly stopped for me
The carriage held but just ourselves
And immortaility.
Because I could not stop for death
He kindly stopped for me
The carriage held but just ourselves
And immortaility.
I'm not afraid of death; but dying scares the hell out of me.
I'm not afraid of death; but dying scares the hell out of me.
To be in a world which is a hell, to be of that world and neither to believe in or read more
To be in a world which is a hell, to be of that world and neither to believe in or guess at anything but that world is not merely hell but the only possible damnation: the act of a man damning himself. It may be -- I hope it is -- redemption to guess and perhaps perceive that the universe, the hell which we see for all its beauty, vastness, majesty, is only part of a whole which is quite unimaginable.
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.
