Two babies were born on the same day at the same hospital. They lay there and looked at each other. Their familiescame and took them away. Eighty years later, by a bizarre coincidence, they lay in the same hospital, on their deathbeds, next to each other. One of them looked at the other and said,
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Death cometh soon or late;
And how can man die better
Than facing fearful odds
For the ashes of his read more
Death cometh soon or late;
And how can man die better
Than facing fearful odds
For the ashes of his fathers
And the temples of his gods?.
In this world, man is a target of death, an easy prey to calamities, here every morsel and every draught read more
In this world, man is a target of death, an easy prey to calamities, here every morsel and every draught is liable to choke one, here one never receives a favour until he loses another instead, here every additional day in one's life is a day reduced from the total span of his existence, when death is the natural outcome of life, how can we expect immortality?
Death is a delightful hiding place for weary men.
Death is a delightful hiding place for weary men.
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.
Knowledge by suffering entereth, And life is perfected by death.
Knowledge by suffering entereth, And life is perfected by death.
Life is weaker than death, and death is weaker than love.
Life is weaker than death, and death is weaker than love.
A nation or civilization that continues to produce soft-minded men purchases its own spiritual death on an installment plan.
A nation or civilization that continues to produce soft-minded men purchases its own spiritual death on an installment plan.
Death is the last enemy: once we've got past that I think everything will be alright.
Death is the last enemy: once we've got past that I think everything will be alright.
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.
