I look at life as a gift of God. Now that he wants it back I have no right to read more

I look at life as a gift of God. Now that he wants it back I have no right to complain.

The bitterest tears shed over graves are for words left unsaid
and deeds left undone.

The bitterest tears shed over graves are for words left unsaid
and deeds left undone.

To be in a world which is a hell, to be of that world and neither to believe in or read more

To be in a world which is a hell, to be of that world and neither to believe in or guess at anything but that world is not merely hell but the only possible damnation: the act of a man damning himself. It may be -- I hope it is -- redemption to guess and perhaps perceive that the universe, the hell which we see for all its beauty, vastness, majesty, is only part of a whole which is quite unimaginable.

My life is light, waiting for the death wind, Like a feather on the back of my hand.

My life is light, waiting for the death wind, Like a feather on the back of my hand.

I really wanted to die at certain periods in my life. Death was like love, a romantic escape. I took read more

I really wanted to die at certain periods in my life. Death was like love, a romantic escape. I took pills because I didn't want to throw myself off my balcony and know people would photograph me lying dead below.

If man were immortal he could be perfectly sure of seeing the day when everything in which he had trusted read more

If man were immortal he could be perfectly sure of seeing the day when everything in which he had trusted should betray his trust, and, in short, of coming eventually to hopeless misery. He would break down, at last, as every good fortune, as every dynasty, as every civilization does. In place of this we have death.

The call of death is a call of love. Death can be sweet if we answer it in the affirmative, read more

The call of death is a call of love. Death can be sweet if we answer it in the affirmative, if we accept it as one of the great eternal forms of life and transformation.

Fear not death, for it is your destiny.

Fear not death, for it is your destiny.

Death is the liberator of him whom freedom cannot release, the physician of him whom medicine cannot cure, and the read more

Death is the liberator of him whom freedom cannot release, the physician of him whom medicine cannot cure, and the comforter of him whom time cannot console.