Death cometh soon or late;
And how can man die better
Than facing fearful odds
For the ashes of his read more

Death cometh soon or late;
And how can man die better
Than facing fearful odds
For the ashes of his fathers
And the temples of his gods?.

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.

If man were immortal he could be perfectly sure of seeing the day when everything in which he had trusted read more

If man were immortal he could be perfectly sure of seeing the day when everything in which he had trusted should betray his trust, and, in short, of coming eventually to hopeless misery. He would break down, at last, as every good fortune, as every dynasty, as every civilization does. In place of this we have death.

Those that are evil have not only the good against them, but also the bad.

Those that are evil have not only the good against them, but also the bad.

I regret that I have but one life to give for my country.

I regret that I have but one life to give for my country.

A new idea is delicate. It can be killed by a sneer or a yawn; it can be stabbed to read more

A new idea is delicate. It can be killed by a sneer or a yawn; it can be stabbed to death by a joke or worried to death by a frown on the right person's brow.

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.

It is foolish and wrong to mourn the men who died. Rather we should thank God that such men lived.

It is foolish and wrong to mourn the men who died. Rather we should thank God that such men lived.

Death is the liberator of him whom freedom cannot release, the physician of him whom medicine cannot cure, and the read more

Death is the liberator of him whom freedom cannot release, the physician of him whom medicine cannot cure, and the comforter of him whom time cannot console.