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.

It is a far, far better thing that I do, than I have ever done; it is a far, far read more

It is a far, far better thing that I do, than I have ever done; it is a far, far better rest that I go to, than I have ever known.

Nothing you can lose by dying is half as precious as the readiness to die, which is man's charter of read more

Nothing you can lose by dying is half as precious as the readiness to die, which is man's charter of nobility.

It's impossible to experience one's death objectively and still carry a tune.

It's impossible to experience one's death objectively and still carry a tune.

For we brought nothing into this world, and it is certain we can carry nothing out. [1 Timothy 6:7].

For we brought nothing into this world, and it is certain we can carry nothing out. [1 Timothy 6:7].

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.

God is becoming bitter, he envies man his mortality.

God is becoming bitter, he envies man his mortality.

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.

My life is light, waiting for the death wind, Like a feather on the back of my hand.

My life is light, waiting for the death wind, Like a feather on the back of my hand.