In this world, man is a target of death, an easy prey to calamities, here every morsel and every draught is liable to choke one, here one never receives a favour until he loses another instead, here every additional day in one's life is a day reduced from the total span of his existence, when death is the natural outcome of life, how can we expect immortality?
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Nothing you can lose by dying is half as precious as the readiness to die, which is man's charter of read more
Nothing you can lose by dying is half as precious as the readiness to die, which is man's charter of nobility.
As men, we are all equal in the presence of death.
As men, we are all equal in the presence of death.
There's a thing that keeps surprising you about stormy old friends after they die; their silence.
There's a thing that keeps surprising you about stormy old friends after they die; their silence.
Death does not concern us, because as long as we exist, death is not here. And when it does come, read more
Death does not concern us, because as long as we exist, death is not here. And when it does come, we no longer exist.
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.
My life is light, waiting for the death wind, Like a feather on the back of my hand.
My life is light, waiting for the death wind, Like a feather on the back of my hand.
A jade curtain of
willow fronds
parts world of
green earth
from that of blue pond
A grey curtain
of read more
A jade curtain of
willow fronds
parts world of
green earth
from that of blue pond
A grey curtain
of morning mist
separates turquoise waters
from blue sky
A more slender
veil is
at the portal
hiding the paradise
of the immortal.
There is but one freedom, to put oneself right with death. After that everything is possible. I cannot force you read more
There is but one freedom, to put oneself right with death. After that everything is possible. I cannot force you to believe in God. Believing in God amounts to coming to terms with death. When you have accepted death, the problem of God will be solved--and not the reverse.
If I'm going to Hell, I'm going there playing the piano.
If I'm going to Hell, I'm going there playing the piano.
