In any man who dies, there dies with him
The gods conceal from men the happiness of death, that they may endure life.
This world is the land of the dying; the next is the land of the living.
We call it death to leave this world, but were we once out of it, and enstated into the happiness of the next, we should think it were dying indeed to come back to it again.
We understand death for the first time when he puts his hand upon one whom we love.
. . .austere light rises like funeral candles. The fate of a family's eldest son, a premature coffin covered with shining tears./. . .la lumiere severe comme les cierges funeraires. Le sort du fils de famille, cercueil premature couvert de limpides larmes.
If thou expect death as a friend, prepare to entertain him; if as an enemy, prepare to overcome him.--Death has no advantage except when he comes as a stranger.
What a superlatively grand and consoling idea is that of death! Without this radiant idea--this delightful morning star, indicating that the luminary of eternity is going to rise, life would, to my view, darken into midnight melancholy. The expectation of living here, and living thus always, would be indeed a prospect of overwhelming despair. But thanks to that fatal decree that dooms us to die; thanks to that gospel which opens the visions of an endless life; and thanks above all to that Saviour friend who has promised to conduct the faithful through the sacred trance of death, into scenes of Paradise and everlasting delight.
Is death the last sleep? No, it is the last and final awakening.
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