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.

A new idea is delicate. It can be killed by a sneer or a yawn; it can be stabbed to read more

A new idea is delicate. It can be killed by a sneer or a yawn; it can be stabbed to death by a joke or worried to death by a frown on the right person's brow.

I do not believe in an afterlife, although I am bringing a change of underwear.

I do not believe in an afterlife, although I am bringing a change of underwear.

Wings of angels, tears of saints
won't bring you back to me
(about her son's suicide)
(He will come back read more

Wings of angels, tears of saints
won't bring you back to me
(about her son's suicide)
(He will come back to her.. the soul is
deathless).

I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and read more

I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived.

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.

Plan for this world as if you expect to live forever; but plan for the hereafter as if you expect read more

Plan for this world as if you expect to live forever; but plan for the hereafter as if you expect to die tomorrow.

For death begins with life's first breath
And life begins at touch of death.

For death begins with life's first breath
And life begins at touch of death.

Millions long for immortality who do not know what to do with themselves on a rainy Sunday afternoon.

Millions long for immortality who do not know what to do with themselves on a rainy Sunday afternoon.