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

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

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.

For death is no more than a turning of us over from time to eternity.

For death is no more than a turning of us over from time to eternity.

So fades a summer cloud away;
So sinks the gale when storms are o'er;
So gently shuts read more

So fades a summer cloud away;
So sinks the gale when storms are o'er;
So gently shuts the eye of day;
So dies a wave along the shore.

A man does not die of love or his liver or even of old age; he dies of being a read more

A man does not die of love or his liver or even of old age; he dies of being a man.

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.

Nothing in his life became him like the leaving it.

Nothing in his life became him like the leaving it.

One day your life will flash before your eyes. Make sure its worth watching.

One day your life will flash before your eyes. Make sure its worth watching.

Somewhere, in desolate, wind-swept space,
In twilight land, in no man's land,
Two hurrying shapes met face read more

Somewhere, in desolate, wind-swept space,
In twilight land, in no man's land,
Two hurrying shapes met face to face
And bade each other stand.
"And who are you?" cried one, a-gape,
Shuddering in the glimmering light.
"I know not," said the second shape,
"I only died last night."