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Those who are prepared to die for any cause are seldom defeated.
Those who are prepared to die for any cause are seldom defeated.
Sleep... Oh! how I loathe those little slices of death...
Sleep... Oh! how I loathe those little slices of death...
The last enemy that shall be destroyed is death. [1 Corinthians 15:26].
The last enemy that shall be destroyed is death. [1 Corinthians 15:26].
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.
Two babies were born on the same day at the same hospital. They lay there and looked at each other. read more
Two babies were born on the same day at the same hospital. They lay there and looked at each other. Their familiescame and took them away. Eighty years later, by a bizarre coincidence, they lay in the same hospital, on their deathbeds, next to each other. One of them looked at the other and said,
So. What did you think?.
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.
Life is weaker than death, and death is weaker than love.
Life is weaker than death, and death is weaker than love.
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.
Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the read more
Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
