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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.
Death ends a life, not a relationship.
Death ends a life, not a relationship.
Death cometh soon or late;
And how can man die better
Than facing fearful odds
For the ashes of his read more
Death cometh soon or late;
And how can man die better
Than facing fearful odds
For the ashes of his fathers
And the temples of his gods?.
If you wish to drown, do not torture yourself with shallow water.
If you wish to drown, do not torture yourself with shallow water.
The call of death is a call of love. Death can be sweet if we answer it in the affirmative, read more
The call of death is a call of love. Death can be sweet if we answer it in the affirmative, if we accept it as one of the great eternal forms of life and transformation.
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.
Beginning in February 1976 your assistance benefits will be discontinued ... Reason: it has been reported to our office that read more
Beginning in February 1976 your assistance benefits will be discontinued ... Reason: it has been reported to our office that you expired on January 1, 1976.
Until the day of his death, no man can be sure of his courage.
Until the day of his death, no man can be sure of his courage.
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.
