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Time rushes towards us with its hospital tray of infinitely varied narcotics, even while it is preparing us for its read more
Time rushes towards us with its hospital tray of infinitely varied narcotics, even while it is preparing us for its inevitably fatal operation.
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.
There is but one philosophy and its name is fortitude! To bear is to conquer our fate.
There is but one philosophy and its name is fortitude! To bear is to conquer our fate.
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.
From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them and that is eternity.
From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them and that is eternity.
He had been, he said, an unconscionable time dying; but he hoped that they would excuse it.
He had been, he said, an unconscionable time dying; but he hoped that they would excuse it.
Beginning in February 1976 your assistance benefits will be discontinued ... Reason: it has been reported to our office that read more
Beginning in February 1976 your assistance benefits will be discontinued ... Reason: it has been reported to our office that you expired on January 1, 1976.
Because I could not stop for death
He kindly stopped for me
The carriage held but just ourselves
And immortaility.
Because I could not stop for death
He kindly stopped for me
The carriage held but just ourselves
And immortaility.
When one by one our ties are torn, and friend from friend is snatched forlorn; When man is left alone read more
When one by one our ties are torn, and friend from friend is snatched forlorn; When man is left alone to mourn, oh! then how sweet it is to die!.
