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!

It is as natural to die as to be born; and to a little infant,
perhaps, the one is read more

It is as natural to die as to be born; and to a little infant,
perhaps, the one is as painful as the other.

Die? I should say not, dear fellow. No Barrymore would allow such a conventional thing to happen to him.

Die? I should say not, dear fellow. No Barrymore would allow such a conventional thing to happen to him.

Death hath so many doors to let out life.

Death hath so many doors to let out life.

It is only the dead who do not return.

It is only the dead who do not return.

All say, 'How hard it is that we have to die' - a strange complaint to come from the mouths read more

All say, 'How hard it is that we have to die' - a strange complaint to come from the mouths of people who have had to live.

Tis after death that we measure men.

Tis after death that we measure men.

I'm not afraid of death; I just don't want to be there when it happens.

I'm not afraid of death; I just don't want to be there when it happens.

Somewhere, in desolate, wind-swept space,
In twilight land, in no man's land,
Two hurrying shapes met face read more

Somewhere, in desolate, wind-swept space,
In twilight land, in no man's land,
Two hurrying shapes met face to face
And bade each other stand.
"And who are you?" cried one, a-gape,
Shuddering in the glimmering light.
"I know not," said the second shape,
"I only died last night."