You can be a king or a street sweeper, but everybody dances with the Grim Reaper.

You can be a king or a street sweeper, but everybody dances with the Grim Reaper.

They tell me, Lucy, thou art dead, That all of thee we loved and cherished Has with thy summer roses read more

They tell me, Lucy, thou art dead, That all of thee we loved and cherished Has with thy summer roses perished; And left, as its young beauty fled, An ashen memory in its stead.

One death is a tragedy. A million deaths is a statistic.

One death is a tragedy. A million deaths is a statistic.

It is base to filch a purse, daring to embezzle a million, but it is great beyond measure to steal read more

It is base to filch a purse, daring to embezzle a million, but it is great beyond measure to steal a crown. The sin lessens as the guilt increases.

Nothing is more wretched that the mind of a man conscious of
guilt.
[Lat., Nihil est miserius quam read more

Nothing is more wretched that the mind of a man conscious of
guilt.
[Lat., Nihil est miserius quam animus hominis conscius.]

The bitterest tears shed over graves are for words left unsaid and deeds left undone.

The bitterest tears shed over graves are for words left unsaid and deeds left undone.

Loss and possession, Death and life are one. There falls no shadow where There shines no sun.

Loss and possession, Death and life are one. There falls no shadow where There shines no sun.

A man who won't die for something is not fit to live.

A man who won't die for something is not fit to live.

Guilt is the source of sorrows, the avenging fiend that follows us behind with whips and stings.

Guilt is the source of sorrows, the avenging fiend that follows us behind with whips and stings.