Death is nothing to us, since when we are, death has not come, and when death has come, we are not.
Death is nothing to us, since when we are, death has not come, and when death has come, we are not.
By the same author and on kindred topics.
It is not so much our friends’ help that helps us, as the confidence of their help.
The more you think about life, the more its ambushes open up and its pathless wastes appear.