The white sail of his soul has rounded
The promontory--death.

The white sail of his soul has rounded
The promontory--death.

I know not what others may choose but, as for me, give me liberty or give me death.

I know not what others may choose but, as for me, give me liberty or give me death.

Don't strew me with roses after I'm dead. When Death claims the light of my brow No flowers of life read more

Don't strew me with roses after I'm dead. When Death claims the light of my brow No flowers of life will cheer me: instead You may give me my roses now!

The wise man's eyes are in his head; but the fool walketh in
darkness; and I myself perceived also read more

The wise man's eyes are in his head; but the fool walketh in
darkness; and I myself perceived also that one event happeneth to
them all.

Death makes angels of us all and gives us wings where we had shoulders smooth as ravens claws.

Death makes angels of us all and gives us wings where we had shoulders smooth as ravens claws.

One death is a tragedy; one million is a statistic.

One death is a tragedy; one million is a statistic.

When I die, I want to go peacefully like my grandfather did–in his sleep. Not yelling and screaming like the read more

When I die, I want to go peacefully like my grandfather did–in his sleep. Not yelling and screaming like the passengers in his car.

We cannot banish dangers, but we can banish fears. We must not demean life by standing in awe of death.

We cannot banish dangers, but we can banish fears. We must not demean life by standing in awe of death.

What the caterpillar calls the end of the world, the master calls
a butterfly.

What the caterpillar calls the end of the world, the master calls
a butterfly.