Time rushes towards us with its hospital tray of infinitely varied narcotics, even while it is preparing us for its read more

Time rushes towards us with its hospital tray of infinitely varied narcotics, even while it is preparing us for its inevitably fatal operation.

In this world, nothing is certain but death and taxes.

In this world, nothing is certain but death and taxes.

There is no death! What seems so is transition; This life of mortal breath is but a suburb of the read more

There is no death! What seems so is transition; This life of mortal breath is but a suburb of the life elysian, whose portal we call Death.

The harder the conflict, the more glorious the triumph. What we obtain too cheap, we esteem too lightly; it is read more

The harder the conflict, the more glorious the triumph. What we obtain too cheap, we esteem too lightly; it is dearness only that gives everything its value. I love the man that can smile in trouble, that can gather strength from distress and grow brave by reflection. 'Tis the business of little minds to shrink; but he whose heart is firm, and whose conscience approves his conduct, will pursue his principles unto death.

It isn't necessary to imagine the world ending in fire or ice; there are two other possibilities: one is paperwork, read more

It isn't necessary to imagine the world ending in fire or ice; there are two other possibilities: one is paperwork, and the other is nostalgia.

How long after you are gone will ripples remain as evidence that you were cast into the pool of life?.

How long after you are gone will ripples remain as evidence that you were cast into the pool of life?.

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.

Tell me not, in mournful numbers,
Life is but an empty dream!
For the soul is dead that slumbers,
and read more

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.

I believe that everything you do bad comes back to you. So everything that I do that's bad, I'm going read more

I believe that everything you do bad comes back to you. So everything that I do that's bad, I'm going to suffer for it. But in my heart, I believe what I'm doing is right. So I feel like I'm going to heaven.