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Millions long for immortality who do not know what to do with themselves on a rainy Sunday afternoon.
Millions long for immortality who do not know what to do with themselves on a rainy Sunday afternoon.
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 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.
I regret that I have but one life to give for my country.
I regret that I have but one life to give for my country.
We all have to die some day, if we live long enough.
We all have to die some day, if we live long enough.
Life is weaker than death, and death is weaker than love.
Life is weaker than death, and death is weaker than love.
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.
Poverty is the worst form of death.
Poverty is the worst form of death.
On the plus side, death is one of the few things that can be done just as easily lying down.
On the plus side, death is one of the few things that can be done just as easily lying down.