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Perhaps they are not stars, but rather openings in heaven where the love of our lost ones pours through and read more
Perhaps they are not stars, but rather openings in heaven where the love of our lost ones pours through and shines down upon us to let us know they are happy.
To die will be an awfully big adventure.
To die will be an awfully big adventure.
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.
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 reports of my death have been greatly exaggerated.
The reports of my death have been greatly exaggerated.
Tis after death that we measure men.
Tis after death that we measure men.
Let children walk with Nature, let them see the beautiful blendings and communions of death and life, their joyous inseparable read more
Let children walk with Nature, let them see the beautiful blendings and communions of death and life, their joyous inseparable unity, as taught in woods and meadows, plains and mountains and streams of our blessed star, and they will learn that death is stingless indeed, and as beautiful as life.
Nothing in his life became him like the leaving it.
Nothing in his life became him like the leaving it.
