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Where life is more terrible than death, it is then the truest valor to dare to live.
Where life is more terrible than death, it is then the truest valor to dare to live.
Why fear death when it is the only path to meet the Maker.
Why fear death when it is the only path to meet the Maker.
To you who have never died, may I say: Welcome to the world!.
To you who have never died, may I say: Welcome to the world!.
Tears are sometimes an inappropriate response to death. When a life has been lived completely honestly, completely successfully, or just read more
Tears are sometimes an inappropriate response to death. When a life has been lived completely honestly, completely successfully, or just completely, the correct response to death's perfect punctuation mark is a smile.
Seeing death as the end of life is like seeing the horizon as the end of the ocean.
Seeing death as the end of life is like seeing the horizon as the end of the ocean.
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.
Films and gramophone records, music, books and buildings show clearly how vigorously a man's life and work go on after read more
Films and gramophone records, music, books and buildings show clearly how vigorously a man's life and work go on after his "death," whether we feel it or not, whether we are aware of the individual names or not. There is no such thing as death according to our view!
Hell is where everyone is doing his own thing. Paradise is where everyone is doing God's thing.
Hell is where everyone is doing his own thing. Paradise is where everyone is doing God's thing.
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.
