Death and Mourning

I shall but love thee better after death.

Abortions will not let you forget.

If I should die, think only this of me:

These laid the world away; poured out the red

But, dying, has made us rarer gifts than gold.

There’s none of these so lonely and poor of old,

Blow out, you bugles, over the rich Dead!

If any man thinks he slays, and if another thinks he is slain, neither knows the ways of truth. The Eternal in man cannot kill: the Eternal in man cannot die.

When I am dead, I hope it may be said:

Lord Finchley tried to mend the Electric Light

Here richly, with ridiculous display,

Even death is unreliable: instead of zero it may be some ghastly hallucination, such as the square root of minus one.

They give birth astride of a grave, the light gleams an instant, then it’s night once more.

What then remains, but that we still should cry,

Revenge triumphs over death; love slights it; honour aspireth to it; grief flieth to it.

Men fear death as children fear to go in the dark; and as that natural fear in children is increased with tales, so is the other.

The mercury sank in the mouth of the dying day.

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,

I don’t want to achieve immortality through my work … I want to achieve it through not dying.

His mouth had been used as a latrine by some small creature of the night, and then as its mausoleum.

It’s not that I’m afraid to die. I just don’t want to be there when it happens.

See in what peace a Christian can die. dying words to his stepson Lord Warwick

Birth and death are not two different states, but they are different aspects of the same state. There is as little reason to deplore the one as there is to be pleased about the other.

Solomon Grundy, Born on a Monday, Christened on Tuesday, Married on Wednesday, Took ill on Thursday, Worse on Friday, Died on Saturday, Buried on Sunday: This is the end Of Solomon Grundy.