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It is a far, far better thing that I do, than anything I have ever done; it is a far, read more
It is a far, far better thing that I do, than anything I have ever done; it is a far, far, better rest that I go to, than I have ever known.
If you don't know how to live, why wonder about death?.
If you don't know how to live, why wonder about death?.
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.
Well, there's a remedy for all things but death, which will be sure to lay us flat one time or read more
Well, there's a remedy for all things but death, which will be sure to lay us flat one time or other.
In this world, man is a target of death, an easy prey to calamities, here every morsel and every draught read more
In this world, man is a target of death, an easy prey to calamities, here every morsel and every draught is liable to choke one, here one never receives a favour until he loses another instead, here every additional day in one's life is a day reduced from the total span of his existence, when death is the natural outcome of life, how can we expect immortality?
To be idle is a short road to death and to be diligent is a way of life; foolish people read more
To be idle is a short road to death and to be diligent is a way of life; foolish people are idle, wise people are diligent.
May the forces of evil become confused on the way to your house.-.
May the forces of evil become confused on the way to your house.-.
Death is a low chemical trick played on everybody except sequoia trees.
Death is a low chemical trick played on everybody except sequoia trees.
Tell me not, in mournful numbers,
Life is but an empty dream!
For the soul is dead that slumbers,
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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.
