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?
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As the fly bangs against the window attempting freedom while the door stands open, so we bang against death ignoring read more
As the fly bangs against the window attempting freedom while the door stands open, so we bang against death ignoring heaven.
Poverty is the worst form of death.
Poverty is the worst form of death.
Fortune is like the market, where, many times, if you can stay a little, the price will fall.
Fortune is like the market, where, many times, if you can stay a little, the price will fall.
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.
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.
If you're afraid to die, you will not be able to live.
If you're afraid to die, you will not be able to live.
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.
He who dies with the most toys is, nonetheless, still dead.
He who dies with the most toys is, nonetheless, still dead.
...the mind is conscious, but conscious of nothing - I said to my soul, be still, and wait without hope read more
...the mind is conscious, but conscious of nothing - I said to my soul, be still, and wait without hope For hope would be hope for the wrong thing; wait without love For love would be love of the wrong thing; there is yet faith But the faith and the love and the hope are all in the waiting. Wait without thought, for you are not ready for thought: so the darkness shall be the light, and the stillness the dancing.
