The effect of having other interests beyond those domestic works well. The more one does and sees and feels, the read more

The effect of having other interests beyond those domestic works well. The more one does and sees and feels, the more one is able to do, and the more genuine may be one's appreciation of fundamental things like home, and love, and understanding companionship.

'Tis very certain the desire of life prolongs it.

'Tis very certain the desire of life prolongs it.

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 pride of dying rich raises the loudest laugh in hell.

The pride of dying rich raises the loudest laugh in hell.

The way of sinners is made plain with stones, but at the end
thereof is the pit of hell.

The way of sinners is made plain with stones, but at the end
thereof is the pit of hell.

One might say, for example, that a patient has a kind of St Vitus's dance; a kind of dropsy; a read more

One might say, for example, that a patient has a kind of St Vitus's dance; a kind of dropsy; a kind of nerve fever; a kind of ague. One would never say, however (to end once and for all the confusion of these names) "He has St. Vitus's dance," "He has nerve fever," "He has dropsy," "He has ague," since there simply are not any fixed, unchanging diseases to be known by such names.

The attempt to force human beings to despise themselves is what I call hell.

The attempt to force human beings to despise themselves is what I call hell.

There is no death! What seems so is transition; This life of mortal breath is but a suburb of the read more

There is no death! What seems so is transition; This life of mortal breath is but a suburb of the life elysian, whose portal we call Death.

I want to die in my sleep like my friend.... Not screaming and yelling like the passengers in his car.

I want to die in my sleep like my friend.... Not screaming and yelling like the passengers in his car.