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I don\'t believe in death, neither in flesh nor in spirit.
I don\'t believe in death, neither in flesh nor in spirit.
He who died at Azan sends
This to comfort all this friends:
Faithful friends! It lies I read more
He who died at Azan sends
This to comfort all this friends:
Faithful friends! It lies I know
Pale and white and cold as snow;
And ye say, "Abdallah's dead!"
Weeping at the feet and head.
I can see your falling tears,
I can hear your sighs and prayers;
Yet I smile and whisper this:
I am not the thing you kiss.
Cease your tears and let it lie;
It was mine--it is not I.
They tell us that suicide is the greatest piece of cowardice... that suicide is wrong; when it is quite obvious read more
They tell us that suicide is the greatest piece of cowardice... that suicide is wrong; when it is quite obvious that there is nothing in the world to which every man has a more unassailable title than to his own life and person.
What the caterpillar calls the end of the world, the master calls
a butterfly.
What the caterpillar calls the end of the world, the master calls
a butterfly.
From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them and that is eternity.
From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them and that is eternity.
Nothing in his life became him like the leaving it.
Nothing in his life became him like the leaving it.
We say that the hour of death cannot be forecast, but when we say this we imagine that hour as read more
We say that the hour of death cannot be forecast, but when we say this we imagine that hour as placed in an obscure and distant future. It never occurs to us that it has any connection with the day already begun or that death could arrive this same afternoon, this afternoon which is so certain and which has every hour filled in advance.
The day which we fear as our last is but the birthday of eternity.
The day which we fear as our last is but the birthday of eternity.
The white sail of his soul has rounded
The promontory--death.
The white sail of his soul has rounded
The promontory--death.
