It must be so--Plato, thou reasonest well!--
Else whence this pleasing hope, this fond desire,
This longing after immortality?
Or whence this secret dread, and inward horror,
O falling into nought? Why shrinks the soul
Back on herself, and startles at destruction?
'Tis the divinity that stirs within us;
'Tis heaven itself, that points out an hereafter,
And intimates eternity to man.
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Immortality is the glorious discovery of Christianity.
Immortality is the glorious discovery of Christianity.
A letter always seemed to me like immortality because it is the mind alone without corporeal friend.
A letter always seemed to me like immortality because it is the mind alone without corporeal friend.
Immortal mortals, mortal immortals, one living the others death and dying the others life.
Immortal mortals, mortal immortals, one living the others death and dying the others life.
Cheese -- milk's leap forward to immortality.
Cheese -- milk's leap forward to immortality.
No one could ever meet death for his country without the hope of
immortality.
[Lat., Nemo unquam sine read more
No one could ever meet death for his country without the hope of
immortality.
[Lat., Nemo unquam sine magna spe immortalitatatis se pro patria
offerret ad mortem.]
There is nothing strictly immortal, but immortality. Whatever
hath no beginning may be confident of no end.
There is nothing strictly immortal, but immortality. Whatever
hath no beginning may be confident of no end.
All men think all men mortal, but themselves. If there is a God, man's immortality is certain. If not, Immortality read more
All men think all men mortal, but themselves. If there is a God, man's immortality is certain. If not, Immortality would not be worth having.
We all die. The goal isn't to live forever, the goal is to create something that will.
We all die. The goal isn't to live forever, the goal is to create something that will.
Yet spirit immortal, the tomb cannot bind thee,
But like thine own eagle that soars to the sun
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Yet spirit immortal, the tomb cannot bind thee,
But like thine own eagle that soars to the sun
Thou springest from bondage and leavest behind thee
A name which before thee no mortal hath won.
