God is becoming bitter, he envies man his mortality.

God is becoming bitter, he envies man his mortality.

The harder the conflict, the more glorious the triumph. What we obtain too cheap, we esteem too lightly; it is read more

The harder the conflict, the more glorious the triumph. What we obtain too cheap, we esteem too lightly; it is dearness only that gives everything its value. I love the man that can smile in trouble, that can gather strength from distress and grow brave by reflection. 'Tis the business of little minds to shrink; but he whose heart is firm, and whose conscience approves his conduct, will pursue his principles unto death.

I didn't attend the funeral, but I sent a nice letter saying I approved of it.

I didn't attend the funeral, but I sent a nice letter saying I approved of it.

It is not death, but dying, which is terrible.

It is not death, but dying, which is terrible.

Plan for this world as if you expect to live forever; but plan for the hereafter as if you expect read more

Plan for this world as if you expect to live forever; but plan for the hereafter as if you expect to die tomorrow.

I have wrestled with death. It is the most unexciting contest you can imagine. It takes place in an impalpable read more

I have wrestled with death. It is the most unexciting contest you can imagine. It takes place in an impalpable grayness, with nothing underfoot, with nothing around, without spectators, without clamor, without glory, without the great desire of victory, without the great fear of defeat.

Well, there's a remedy for all things but death, which will be sure to lay us flat one time or read more

Well, there's a remedy for all things but death, which will be sure to lay us flat one time or other.

The great art of life is sensation, to feel that we exist, even in pain.

The great art of life is sensation, to feel that we exist, even in pain.

Everybody dies. Not everybody ever really lives.

Everybody dies. Not everybody ever really lives.