Death is patiently making my mask as I sleep. Each morning I awake to discover in the corners of my read more

Death is patiently making my mask as I sleep. Each morning I awake to discover in the corners of my eyes the small tears of his wax.

I am ready to meet my Maker. Whether my Maker is prepared for the great ordeal of meeting me is read more

I am ready to meet my Maker. Whether my Maker is prepared for the great ordeal of meeting me is another matter.

I am become death, shatterer of worlds.

I am become death, shatterer of worlds.

God is becoming bitter, he envies man his mortality.

God is becoming bitter, he envies man his mortality.

We cannot banish dangers, but we can banish fears. We must not demean life by standing in awe of death.

We cannot banish dangers, but we can banish fears. We must not demean life by standing in awe of death.

If man were immortal he could be perfectly sure of seeing the day when everything in which he had trusted read more

If man were immortal he could be perfectly sure of seeing the day when everything in which he had trusted should betray his trust, and, in short, of coming eventually to hopeless misery. He would break down, at last, as every good fortune, as every dynasty, as every civilization does. In place of this we have death.

Why fear death when it is the only path to meet the Maker.

Why fear death when it is the only path to meet the Maker.

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

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

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.