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 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." 
 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. 
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!
You have suffered greatly, poor mother. Oh! do not lament, you have now the portion of the elect. It is read more
You have suffered greatly, poor mother. Oh! do not lament, you have now the portion of the elect. It is in this way that mortals become angels. It is not their fault; they do not know how to set about it otherwise. This hell from which you have come out is the first step towards Heaven. We must begin by that. -- Jean Valjean --
 Consider
 The lilies of the field whose bloom is brief:--
  We are as they;
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 Consider
 The lilies of the field whose bloom is brief:--
  We are as they;
   Like them we fade away
    As doth a leaf. 
Life in a box is better than no life at all ... I expect.
Life in a box is better than no life at all ... I expect.
Belief in our mortality, the sense that we are eventually going to crack up and be extinguished like the flame read more
Belief in our mortality, the sense that we are eventually going to crack up and be extinguished like the flame of a candle, I say, is a gloriously fine thing. It makes us sober; it makes us a little sad; and many of us it makes poetic. But above all,
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.