As the fly bangs against the window attempting freedom while the door stands open, so we bang against death ignoring read more

As the fly bangs against the window attempting freedom while the door stands open, so we bang against death ignoring heaven.

The bitterest tears shed over graves are for words left unsaid
and deeds left undone.

The bitterest tears shed over graves are for words left unsaid
and deeds left undone.

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?.

Why should the devil have all the good tunes?.

Why should the devil have all the good tunes?.

It is a far, far better thing that I do, than I have ever done; it is a far, far read more

It is a far, far better thing that I do, than I have ever done; it is a far, far better rest that I go to, than I have ever known.

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.

There is but one freedom, to put oneself right with death. After that everything is possible. I cannot force you read more

There is but one freedom, to put oneself right with death. After that everything is possible. I cannot force you to believe in God. Believing in God amounts to coming to terms with death. When you have accepted death, the problem of God will be solved--and not the reverse.

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.

Knowledge by suffering entereth, And life is perfected by death.

Knowledge by suffering entereth, And life is perfected by death.