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Those who promise us paradise on earth never produced anything but a hell.
Those who promise us paradise on earth never produced anything but a hell.
Death and taxes are both certain... but death isn't annual.
Death and taxes are both certain... but death isn't annual.
When he shall die Take him and cut him in little stars And he will make the face of heaven read more
When he shall die Take him and cut him in little stars And he will make the face of heaven so fine That all the world will be in love with night And pay no worship to the garish sun.
The dumber people think you are, the more surprised they're going to be when you kill them.
The dumber people think you are, the more surprised they're going to be when you kill them.
 Do not seek death. Death will find you. 
But seek the road which makes death a fulfillment.  
 Do not seek death. Death will find you. 
But seek the road which makes death a fulfillment. 
 A jade curtain of
willow fronds
parts world of
green earth
from that of blue pond
A grey curtain
of read more 
 A jade curtain of
willow fronds
parts world of
green earth
from that of blue pond
A grey curtain
of morning mist
separates turquoise waters
from blue sky
A more slender
veil is
at the portal
hiding the paradise
of the immortal. 
Here is the test to find whether your mission on earth is finished: If you're alive, it isn't.
Here is the test to find whether your mission on earth is finished: If you're alive, it isn't.
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.
 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.