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.

Nothing in his life became him like the leaving it.

Nothing in his life became him like the leaving it.

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."

I'm not afraid of death; I just don't want to be there when it happens.

I'm not afraid of death; I just don't want to be there when it happens.

He that lives to forever, never fears dying.

He that lives to forever, never fears dying.

What then remains, but that we still should cry
Not to be born, or being born to die.

What then remains, but that we still should cry
Not to be born, or being born to die.

To die will be an awfully big adventure.

To die will be an awfully big adventure.

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.

God is becoming bitter, he envies man his mortality.

God is becoming bitter, he envies man his mortality.