An arrow may fly through the air and leave no trace; but an ill though >>
There is no such thing as death. In nature nothing dies. From each sad >>
The smallest effort is not lost. Each wavelet on the ocean tost aids i >>
After life's fitful fever he sleeps well. Treason has done his worst. >>
Annihilation has no terrors for me, because I have already tried it be >>
Since the death instinct exists in the heart of everything that lives, >>
There is no such thing as death. In nature nothing dies. From each sad remnant of decay, some forms of life arise so shall his life be taken away before he knoweth that he hath it.