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    ...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.

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Death to all fanatics.

Death to all fanatics.

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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.

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They that know no evil will suspect none.

They that know no evil will suspect none.

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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.

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As men, we are all equal in the presence of death.

As men, we are all equal in the presence of death.

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All our knowledge merely helps us to die a more painful death than animals that know nothing.

All our knowledge merely helps us to die a more painful death than animals that know nothing.

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A man's dying is more the survivors' affair than his own.

A man's dying is more the survivors' affair than his own.

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

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

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It is extraordinary how the house and the simplest possessions of someone who has been left become so quickly sordid. read more

It is extraordinary how the house and the simplest possessions of someone who has been left become so quickly sordid. Even the stain on the coffee cup seems not coffee but the physical manifestation of one's inner stain, the fatal blot that from the beginning had marked one for ultimate aloneness.

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