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I meant, said Ipslore bitterly, what is there in this world that truly makes living worth while? Death thought about read more
I meant, said Ipslore bitterly, what is there in this world that truly makes living worth while? Death thought about it, Cats, he said eventually, Cats are Nice.
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.
Death, the last sleep? No the final awakening.
Death, the last sleep? No the final awakening.
A nation or civilization that continues to produce soft-minded men purchases its own spiritual death on an installment plan.
A nation or civilization that continues to produce soft-minded men purchases its own spiritual death on an installment plan.
Evil be to him who evil thinks.
Evil be to him who evil thinks.
A dying man needs to die, as a sleepy man needs to sleep, and there comes a time when it read more
A dying man needs to die, as a sleepy man needs to sleep, and there comes a time when it is wrong, as well as useless, to resist.
Some say the world will end in fire, some say ice. From what I've tasted of desire I hold with read more
Some say the world will end in fire, some say ice. From what I've tasted of desire I hold with those who favor fire. But if it had to perish twice, I think I know enough of hate To say that for destruction ice Is also great And would suffice.
Death is the broom I take in my hands to sweep the world clean.
Death is the broom I take in my hands to sweep the world clean.
...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.