A letter always seemed to me like immortality because it is the mind alone without corporeal friend.

A letter always seemed to me like immortality because it is the mind alone without corporeal friend.

'Tis true; 'tis certain; man though dead retains
Part of himself; the immortal mind remains.

'Tis true; 'tis certain; man though dead retains
Part of himself; the immortal mind remains.

I don't want to achieve immortality through my work. . . I want to achieve it through not dying.

I don't want to achieve immortality through my work. . . I want to achieve it through not dying.

Yet spirit immortal, the tomb cannot bind thee,
But like thine own eagle that soars to the sun
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Yet spirit immortal, the tomb cannot bind thee,
But like thine own eagle that soars to the sun
Thou springest from bondage and leavest behind thee
A name which before thee no mortal hath won.

If I stoop
Into a dark tremendous sea of cloud,
It is but for a time; I read more

If I stoop
Into a dark tremendous sea of cloud,
It is but for a time; I press God's lamp
Close to my breast; its splendor soon or late
Will pierce the gloom; I shall emerge one day.

We all die. The goal isn't to live forever, the goal is to create something that will.

We all die. The goal isn't to live forever, the goal is to create something that will.

It must be so--Plato, thou reasonest well!--
Else whence this pleasing hope, this fond desire,
This longing read more

It must be so--Plato, thou reasonest well!--
Else whence this pleasing hope, this fond desire,
This longing after immortality?
Or whence this secret dread, and inward horror,
O falling into nought? Why shrinks the soul
Back on herself, and startles at destruction?
'Tis the divinity that stirs within us;
'Tis heaven itself, that points out an hereafter,
And intimates eternity to man.

Then shall the dust return to the earth as it was: and the
spirit shall return unto God who read more

Then shall the dust return to the earth as it was: and the
spirit shall return unto God who gave it.

On the cold cheek of Death smiles and roses are blending,
And beauty immortal awakes from the tomb.

On the cold cheek of Death smiles and roses are blending,
And beauty immortal awakes from the tomb.