So many people tiptoe through life, so carefully, to arrive, safely, at death.

So many people tiptoe through life, so carefully, to arrive, safely, at death.

Because I could not stop for death
He kindly stopped for me
The carriage held but just ourselves
And immortaility.

Because I could not stop for death
He kindly stopped for me
The carriage held but just ourselves
And immortaility.

My life is light, waiting for the death wind, Like a feather on the back of my hand.

My life is light, waiting for the death wind, Like a feather on the back of my hand.

No one's death comes to pass without making some impression, and those close to the deceased inherit part of the read more

No one's death comes to pass without making some impression, and those close to the deceased inherit part of the liberated soul and become richer in their humanness.

He had been, he said, an unconscionable time dying; but he hoped that they would excuse it.

He had been, he said, an unconscionable time dying; but he hoped that they would excuse it.

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.

There is but one freedom, to put oneself right with death. After that everything is possible. I cannot force you read more

There is but one freedom, to put oneself right with death. After that everything is possible. I cannot force you to believe in God. Believing in God amounts to coming to terms with death. When you have accepted death, the problem of God will be solved--and not the reverse.

Once the game is over, the king and the pawn go back in the same box.

Once the game is over, the king and the pawn go back in the same box.

Cowards die many times before their deaths;
The valiant never taste of death but once.
Of all the wonders that read more

Cowards die many times before their deaths;
The valiant never taste of death but once.
Of all the wonders that I yet have heard,
It seems to me most strange that men should fear,
Seeing that death, a necessary end,
Will come when it will come.