Death is patiently making my mask as I sleep. Each morning I awake to discover in the corners of my read more

Death is patiently making my mask as I sleep. Each morning I awake to discover in the corners of my eyes the small tears of his wax.

If you don't know how to live, why wonder about death?.

If you don't know how to live, why wonder about death?.

I do not believe that any man fears to be dead, but only the stroke of death.

I do not believe that any man fears to be dead, but only the stroke of death.

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.

Hell is where everyone is doing his own thing. Paradise is where everyone is doing God's thing.

Hell is where everyone is doing his own thing. Paradise is where everyone is doing God's thing.

So many people tiptoe through life, so carefully, to arrive, safely, at death.

So many people tiptoe through life, so carefully, to arrive, safely, at death.

Tears are sometimes an inappropriate response to death. When a life has been lived completely honestly, completely successfully, or just read more

Tears are sometimes an inappropriate response to death. When a life has been lived completely honestly, completely successfully, or just completely, the correct response to death's perfect punctuation mark is a smile.

When I die I want to decompose in a barrel of porter and have it served in all the pubs read more

When I die I want to decompose in a barrel of porter and have it served in all the pubs in Dublin.

I am going to seek the great Perhaps.

I am going to seek the great Perhaps.