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— Samuel Beckett, 1906-1989, Irish writer, Nobel 1969
– Jelaluddin Rumi
– John Dryden
Why?
Because death too
Is God’s creation
And because death reminds me
Of the existence of her sister:
Infinity’s Life immortal.
– Sri Chinmoy
He kindly stopped for me;
The carriage held but just ourselves
And Immortality.
– Emily Dickinson
– Buddha
– Friedrich Nietzsche
– Jim Morrison
– Mitch Albom
– Emily Dickinson
― Mark Twain
― J.K. Rowling