When one by one our ties are torn, and friend from friend is snatched forlorn; When man is left alone read more

When one by one our ties are torn, and friend from friend is snatched forlorn; When man is left alone to mourn, oh! then how sweet it is to die!.

The great art of life is sensation, to feel that we exist, even in pain.

The great art of life is sensation, to feel that we exist, even in pain.

Evil be to him who evil thinks.

Evil be to him who evil thinks.

Death and taxes are both certain... but death isn't annual.

Death and taxes are both certain... but death isn't annual.

To you who have never died, may I say: Welcome to the world!.

To you who have never died, may I say: Welcome to the world!.

In death a hero, as in life a friend!.

In death a hero, as in life a friend!.

Why fear death when it is the only path to meet the Maker.

Why fear death when it is the only path to meet the Maker.

We understand death for the first time when he puts his hand upon one whom we love.

We understand death for the first time when he puts his hand upon one whom we love.

Those that are evil have not only the good against them, but also the bad.

Those that are evil have not only the good against them, but also the bad.