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I am ready to meet my maker, but whether my maker is prepared for the great ordeal of meeting me read more
I am ready to meet my maker, but whether my maker is prepared for the great ordeal of meeting me is another matter.
Death is more universal than life; everyone dies but not everyone lives.
Death is more universal than life; everyone dies but not everyone lives.
They tell us that suicide is the greatest piece of cowardice... that suicide is wrong; when it is quite obvious read more
They tell us that suicide is the greatest piece of cowardice... that suicide is wrong; when it is quite obvious that there is nothing in the world to which every man has a more unassailable title than to his own life and person.
I look upon life as a gift from God. I did nothing to earn it. Now that the time is read more
I look upon life as a gift from God. I did nothing to earn it. Now that the time is coming to give it back, I have no right to complain.
We say that the hour of death cannot be forecast, but when we say this we imagine that hour as read more
We say that the hour of death cannot be forecast, but when we say this we imagine that hour as placed in an obscure and distant future. It never occurs to us that it has any connection with the day already begun or that death could arrive this same afternoon, this afternoon which is so certain and which has every hour filled in advance.
Death and life have their determined appointments; riches and honors depend upon heaven.
Death and life have their determined appointments; riches and honors depend upon heaven.
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 white sail of his soul has rounded
The promontory--death.
The white sail of his soul has rounded
The promontory--death.
If there were dreams to sell, what would you buy?
If there were dreams to sell, what would you buy?
