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Death ends a life, not a relationship.
Death ends a life, not a relationship.
Your lost friends are not dead, but gone before, advanced a stage or two upon that road which you must read more
Your lost friends are not dead, but gone before, advanced a stage or two upon that road which you must travel in the steps they trod.
The pride of dying rich raises the loudest laugh in hell.
The pride of dying rich raises the loudest laugh in hell.
Do not seek death. Death will find you.
But seek the road which makes death a fulfillment.
Do not seek death. Death will find you.
But seek the road which makes death a fulfillment.
I am ready to meet my Maker. Whether my Maker is prepared for the great ordeal of meeting me is read more
I am ready to meet my Maker. Whether my Maker is prepared for the great ordeal of meeting me is another matter.
The effect of having other interests beyond those domestic works well. The more one does and sees and feels, the read more
The effect of having other interests beyond those domestic works well. The more one does and sees and feels, the more one is able to do, and the more genuine may be one's appreciation of fundamental things like home, and love, and understanding companionship.
...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.
To be idle is a short road to death and to be diligent is a way of life; foolish people read more
To be idle is a short road to death and to be diligent is a way of life; foolish people are idle, wise people are diligent.
Death is a delightful hiding place for weary men.
Death is a delightful hiding place for weary men.
