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The white sail of his soul has rounded
The promontory--death.
The white sail of his soul has rounded
The promontory--death.
Life is pleasant. Death is peaceful. It's the transition that's
troublesome.
Life is pleasant. Death is peaceful. It's the transition that's
troublesome.
Men fear death, as if unquestionably the greatest evil, and yet no man knows that it may not be the read more
Men fear death, as if unquestionably the greatest evil, and yet no man knows that it may not be the greatest good.
How frighteningly few are the persons whose death would spoil our appetite and make the world seem empty.
How frighteningly few are the persons whose death would spoil our appetite and make the world seem empty.
To die proudly when it is no longer possible to live proudly. Death of one's own free choice, death at read more
To die proudly when it is no longer possible to live proudly. Death of one's own free choice, death at the proper time, with a clear head and with joyfulness, consummated in the midst of children and witnesses: so that an actual leave-taking is possible while he who is leaving is still there.
Call no man happy till he is dead.
Call no man happy till he is dead.
A man's dying is more the survivors' affair than his own.
A man's dying is more the survivors' affair than his own.
It is as natural to die as to be born; and to a little infant,
perhaps, the one is read more
It is as natural to die as to be born; and to a little infant,
perhaps, the one is as painful as the other.
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.
