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Every man dies - Not every man really lives.
Every man dies - Not every man really lives.
Call no man happy till he is dead.
Call no man happy till he is dead.
While I thought that I was learning how to live, I have been learning how to die.
While I thought that I was learning how to live, I have been learning how to die.
Death is a black camel, which kneels at the gates of all.
Death is a black camel, which kneels at the gates of all.
It is the unknown we fear when we look upon death and darkness, nothing more.
It is the unknown we fear when we look upon death and darkness, nothing more.
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.
If there were dreams to sell, what would you buy?
If there were dreams to sell, what would you buy?
Time rushes towards us with its hospital tray of infinitely varied narcotics, even while it is preparing us for its read more
Time rushes towards us with its hospital tray of infinitely varied narcotics, even while it is preparing us for its inevitably fatal operation.
