Sleep... Oh! how I loathe those little slices of death...

Sleep... Oh! how I loathe those little slices of death...

You can kill a man but you can't kill an idea.

You can kill a man but you can't kill an idea.

Death came with friendly care;
The opening bud to heaven conveyed,
And bade it blossom there.

Death came with friendly care;
The opening bud to heaven conveyed,
And bade it blossom there.

I am going to seek the great Perhaps.

I am going to seek the great Perhaps.

For what is it to die, But to stand in the sun and melt into the wind?

For what is it to die, But to stand in the sun and melt into the wind?

The great art of life is sensation, to feel that we exist, even in pain.

The great art of life is sensation, to feel that we exist, even in pain.

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.

You can be a king or a street sweeper, but everybody dances with the Grim Reaper.

You can be a king or a street sweeper, but everybody dances with the Grim Reaper.

A man's dying is more the survivors' affair than his own.

A man's dying is more the survivors' affair than his own.