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Thus God's children are immorall whiles their
Father hath anything for them to do on earth.
Thus God's children are immorall whiles their
Father hath anything for them to do on earth.
I don't want to achieve immortality by being inducted into the
Hall of Fame. I want to achieve immortality read more
I don't want to achieve immortality by being inducted into the
Hall of Fame. I want to achieve immortality by not dying.
The muse does not allow the praise-de-serving here to die: she
enthrones him in the heavens.
[Lat., Dignum read more
The muse does not allow the praise-de-serving here to die: she
enthrones him in the heavens.
[Lat., Dignum laude virum Musa vetat mori;
Coelo Musa beat.]
But all lost things are in the angels' keeping, Love;
No past is dead for us, but only sleeping, read more
But all lost things are in the angels' keeping, Love;
No past is dead for us, but only sleeping, Love;
The years of Heaven with all earth's little pain
Make Good
Together there we can begin again
In babyhood.
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.
That man has reached immortality who is disturbed by nothing material.
That man has reached immortality who is disturbed by nothing material.
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.
Immortality is the genius to move others long after you yourself have stopped moving.
Immortality is the genius to move others long after you yourself have stopped moving.
It must be so--Plato, thou reasonest well!--
Else whence this pleasing hope, this fond desire,
This longing read more
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.