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Death always waits. The door of the hearse is never closed.
Death always waits. The door of the hearse is never closed.
One might say, for example, that a patient has a kind of St Vitus's dance; a kind of dropsy; a read more
One might say, for example, that a patient has a kind of St Vitus's dance; a kind of dropsy; a kind of nerve fever; a kind of ague. One would never say, however (to end once and for all the confusion of these names) "He has St. Vitus's dance," "He has nerve fever," "He has dropsy," "He has ague," since there simply are not any fixed, unchanging diseases to be known by such names.
Love isn't who you can see yourself with, it's who you can't see yourself without.
Love isn't who you can see yourself with, it's who you can't see yourself without.
The effect of having other interests beyond those domestic works well. The more one does and sees and feels, the read more
The effect of having other interests beyond those domestic works well. The more one does and sees and feels, the more one is able to do, and the more genuine may be one's appreciation of fundamental things like home, and love, and understanding companionship.
I'd rather die while I'm living then live while I'm dead.
I'd rather die while I'm living then live while I'm dead.
Man is the only animal that contemplates death, and also the only animal that shows any sign of doubt of read more
Man is the only animal that contemplates death, and also the only animal that shows any sign of doubt of its finality.
I really wanted to die at certain periods in my life. Death was like love, a romantic escape. I took read more
I really wanted to die at certain periods in my life. Death was like love, a romantic escape. I took pills because I didn't want to throw myself off my balcony and know people would photograph me lying dead below.
If I stoop
Into a dark tremendous sea of cloud,
It is but for a time; I read more
If I stoop
Into a dark tremendous sea of cloud,
It is but for a time; I press God's lamp
Close to my breast; its splendor soon or late
Will pierce the gloom; I shall emerge one day.
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.