The glories of our blood and stateAre shadows, not substantial things;There is no armour against fate;Death lays his icy hand on kings:Sceptre and CrownMust tumble down,And in the dust be equal madeWith the poor crooked scythe and spade. — James Shirley Share this quote Post on X Facebook Download image Copy quote Copy link Share… Another quote → Topics Death
Scepter and crownMust tumble down,And, in the dust, be equal madeWith the poor crooked scythe and spade.
He that on his pillow lies,Fear-embalmed before he diesCarries, like a sheep, his life,To meet the sacrificer's knife,And for eternity is prest,Sad bell-wether to the rest.
To fear love is to fear life, and those who fear life are already three parts dead. Bertrand Russell Marriage and Morals (1929)
The most important thing I learned on Tralfamadore was that when a person dies he only appears to die. Kurt Vonnegut Slaughterhouse-Five (1969)
The thunderstorm is a constant phenomenon, raging alternately over some part of the world or the other. Can a single man or creature escape death if all that charge of lightning strikes the earth? Kalki Krishnamurthy Sivakozhundu of Tiruvazhundur (1939)