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When the game is over, the king and the pawn go into the same box
When the game is over, the king and the pawn go into the same box
 To smell to a turf of fresh earth is wholesome for the body; no 
less are thoughts of mortality read more 
 To smell to a turf of fresh earth is wholesome for the body; no 
less are thoughts of mortality cordial to the soul. 
 How strange is the lot of us mortals! Each of us is here for a 
brief sojourn; for what read more 
 How strange is the lot of us mortals! Each of us is here for a 
brief sojourn; for what purpose he knows not, though he senses 
it. But without deeper reflection one knows from daily life that 
one exists for other people. 
 That flesh is but the glasse, which holds the dust
 That measures all our time; which also shall
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 That flesh is but the glasse, which holds the dust
 That measures all our time; which also shall
  Be crumbled into dust. 
 "O Charidas, what of the underworld?"
 "Great darkness."
  "And what of the resurrection?"
   "A read more 
 "O Charidas, what of the underworld?"
 "Great darkness."
  "And what of the resurrection?"
   "A lie."
    "And Pluto?"
     "A fable; we perish utterly." 
Cats are magical. . .the more you pet them the longer you both live.
Cats are magical. . .the more you pet them the longer you both live.
Death is that "Tomorrow" for which all our lives are spent waiting!Man is constantly building the "Image."It is an Edifice read more
Death is that "Tomorrow" for which all our lives are spent waiting!Man is constantly building the "Image."It is an Edifice for the entombment of bones!Best to "Realize" the temporal nature of thingsand simply "Do and Die!
 This is the spot where I am mortal.
 [Ger., Hier ist die Stelle wo ich sterblich bin.]  
 This is the spot where I am mortal.
 [Ger., Hier ist die Stelle wo ich sterblich bin.] 
 The immortal could we cease to contemplate,
 The mortal part suggests its every trait.
  God laid His read more 
 The immortal could we cease to contemplate,
 The mortal part suggests its every trait.
  God laid His fingers on the ivories
   Of her pure members as on smoothed keys,
    And there out-breathed her spirit's harmonies.