God is becoming bitter, he envies man his mortality.

God is becoming bitter, he envies man his mortality.

...the mind is conscious, but conscious of nothing - I said to my soul, be still, and wait without hope read more

...the mind is conscious, but conscious of nothing - I said to my soul, be still, and wait without hope For hope would be hope for the wrong thing; wait without love For love would be love of the wrong thing; there is yet faith But the faith and the love and the hope are all in the waiting. Wait without thought, for you are not ready for thought: so the darkness shall be the light, and the stillness the dancing.

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.

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.

Death and taxes are both certain... but death isn't annual.

Death and taxes are both certain... but death isn't annual.

All say, "How hard it is that we have to die" - a strange complaint to come from the mouths read more

All say, "How hard it is that we have to die" - a strange complaint to come from the mouths of people who have had to live.

Man must vanquish himself, must do himself violence, in order to perform the slightest action untainted by evil.

Man must vanquish himself, must do himself violence, in order to perform the slightest action untainted by evil.

As men, we are all equal in the presence of death.

As men, we are all equal in the presence of death.

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.