Hamlet. To what base uses we may return, Horatio! Why may not imagination trace the noble dust of Alexander, till a...
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I have a rendezvous with Death At some disputed barricade,
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O Queen of air and darkness, I think 'tis truth you say, And I shall die to-morrow; But you will die to-day.
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Nature herself has not provided the most graceful end for her creatures. What becomes of all these birds that people the air and forest for ou...
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I'm always dealing with my own mortality. The only gift cancer gives you is time. You can plan and say goodbye.
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In a room on the floor below, Sunless, cooler—a brimming Saucer of wax, marbly and dim— I have lit what's left of my life.
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I've put in so many enigmas and puzzles that it will keep the professors busy for centuries arguing over what I meant, and that's the only way of insuring one's mortality.
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If you have had no tension in your life, never been screwed up by problems, your mortality well within your own grasp, and someone tells you that God so loved you that He gave His Son to die for you, nothing but good manners will keep you from being amused.
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All men think all men mortal, but themselves.
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I gather, young man, that you wish to be a Member of Parliament. The first lesson that you must learn is, when I call for statistics about the rate of infant mortality, what I want is proof that fewer babies died when I was Prime Minister than when anyone else was Prime Minister. That is a political statistic.
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This [eating animals] appears from the frequent hard-heartedness and cruelty found among those persons whose occupations engage them in destroying animal life, as well as from the uneasiness which others feel in beholding the butchery of animals. It is most evident in respect to the larger animals and those with whom we have a familiar intercourse—such as oxen, sheep, and domestic fowls, etc. They resemble us greatly in the make of the body, in general, and in that of the particular organs of circulation, respiration, digestion, etc.; also in the formation of their intellects, memories and passions, and in the signs of distress, fear, pain and death. They often, likewise, win our affections by the marks of peculiar sagacity, by their instincts, helplessness, innocence, nascent benevolence, etc., and if there be any glimmering hope of an ‘hereafter’ for them—if they should prove to be our brethren and sisters in this higher sense—in immortality as well as mortality, in the permanent principle of our minds as well as in the frail dust of our bodies—this ought to be still further reason for tenderness for them.
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The mortality of all inanimate things is terrible to me, but that of books most of all.
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Something was still there, that something that distinguishes an artist from a performer: the revealing of self. Here I be. Not for long, but here I be. In sensing her mortality, we sensed our own.
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Yes, I know. Death sits with his key in my lock. Not one day is taken for granted. Even nursery rhymes have put me in hock.
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Sometimes the hardest part of my job is the incessant reminder of the fact we're all trying so assiduously to ignore: we are here temporarily ...
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How gladly would I meet mortality, my sentence, and be earth in sensible! how glad would lay me down, as in my mother's lap! There I should rest, and sleep secure.
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No might nor greatness in mortality Can censure scape; back-wounding calumny...
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How gladly would I meet, Mortality, my sentence, and be earth...
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Make less thy body hence, and more thy grace. Leave gormandizing; know the grave doth gape For thee thrice wider than for other men.
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A man that apprehends death no more dreadfully but as a drunken sleep, careless, reckless, and fearless of what's past, present, or to come; i...
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I believe that every human soul is teaching something to someone nearly every minute here in mortality.
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Mortality from coronary artery disease is lower in vegetarians than in nonvegetarians.
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Vegetarians often have lower mortality rates from several chronic degenerative diseases than do nonvegetarians.
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I saw the only rational method of art criticism I have ever come across ... Please do not shoot the pianist. He is doing his best. The mortality among pianists in that place is marvellous.
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Do not speak like a death's-head, do not bid me remember mine end.
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Retire me to my Milan, where Every third thought shall be my grave.
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What are you gonna do? Kill me? Everybody dies.
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Imperious Caesar, dead and turned to clay, Might stop a hole to keep the wind away....
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Death, as the Psalmist saith, is certain to all, all shall die.
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No young man ever thinks he shall die.
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