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When I pastored a country church, a farmer didn't like the sermons I preached on hell. He said, "Preach about read more
When I pastored a country church, a farmer didn't like the sermons I preached on hell. He said, "Preach about the meek and lowly Jesus." I said, "That's where I got my information about hell.".
Knowledge by suffering entereth, And life is perfected by death.
Knowledge by suffering entereth, And life is perfected by death.
Be ashamed to die until you have won some victory for humanity.
Be ashamed to die until you have won some victory for humanity.
I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and read more
I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived.
A jade curtain of
willow fronds
parts world of
green earth
from that of blue pond
A grey curtain
of read more
A jade curtain of
willow fronds
parts world of
green earth
from that of blue pond
A grey curtain
of morning mist
separates turquoise waters
from blue sky
A more slender
veil is
at the portal
hiding the paradise
of the immortal.
I really wanted to die at certain periods in my life. Death was like love, a romantic escape. I took read more
I really wanted to die at certain periods in my life. Death was like love, a romantic escape. I took pills because I didn't want to throw myself off my balcony and know people would photograph me lying dead below.
Your lost friends are not dead, but gone before, advanced a stage or two upon that road which you must read more
Your lost friends are not dead, but gone before, advanced a stage or two upon that road which you must travel in the steps they trod.
Death ends a life, not a relationship.
Death ends a life, not a relationship.
Death is patiently making my mask as I sleep. Each morning I awake to discover in the corners of my read more
Death is patiently making my mask as I sleep. Each morning I awake to discover in the corners of my eyes the small tears of his wax.
