Death is a delightful hiding place for weary men.

Death is a delightful hiding place for weary men.

Tell me not, in mournful numbers,
Life is but an empty dream!
For the soul is dead that slumbers,
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Tell me not, in mournful numbers,
Life is but an empty dream!
For the soul is dead that slumbers,
and things are not what they seem.
Life is real! Life is earnest!
And the grave is not its goal;
Dust thou art; to dust returnest,
Was not spoken of the soul.

Kill a man, and you are an assassin. Kill millions of men, and you are a conqueror. Kill everyone, and read more

Kill a man, and you are an assassin. Kill millions of men, and you are a conqueror. Kill everyone, and you are a god.

A single death is a tragedy,
a million deaths is a statistic.

A single death is a tragedy,
a million deaths is a statistic.

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.

Sleep... Oh! how I loathe those little slices of death...

Sleep... Oh! how I loathe those little slices of death...

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.

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.

When he shall die Take him and cut him in little stars And he will make the face of heaven read more

When he shall die Take him and cut him in little stars And he will make the face of heaven so fine That all the world will be in love with night And pay no worship to the garish sun.