The reports of my death have been greatly exaggerated.

The reports of my death have been greatly exaggerated.

There are so many little dyings that it doesn't matter which of them is death.

There are so many little dyings that it doesn't matter which of them is death.

The white sail of his soul has rounded
The promontory--death.

The white sail of his soul has rounded
The promontory--death.

Don't strew me with roses after I'm dead. When Death claims the light of my brow No flowers of life read more

Don't strew me with roses after I'm dead. When Death claims the light of my brow No flowers of life will cheer me: instead You may give me my roses now!

I am ready to meet my maker, but whether my maker is prepared for the great ordeal of meeting me read more

I am ready to meet my maker, but whether my maker is prepared for the great ordeal of meeting me is another matter.

When I die, I want to go peacefully like my grandfather did–in his sleep. Not yelling and screaming like the read more

When I die, I want to go peacefully like my grandfather did–in his sleep. Not yelling and screaming like the passengers in his car.

Time rushes towards us with its hospital tray of infinitely varied narcotics, even while it is preparing us for its read more

Time rushes towards us with its hospital tray of infinitely varied narcotics, even while it is preparing us for its inevitably fatal operation.

God is becoming bitter, he envies man his mortality.

God is becoming bitter, he envies man his mortality.

Nothing in his life became him like the leaving it.

Nothing in his life became him like the leaving it.