Without an ever-present sense of death life is insipid.
The eternal world and the mortal world are not parallel, rather they are fused.
I think the only way to properly face doom is to be on time.
Before the beginning of yearsThere came to the making of manTime, with a gift of tears;Grief, with a glass that ran;Pleasure, with pain for leaven;Summer, with flowers that fell;Remembrance, fallen from heaven,And madness risen from...
Every soldier in the course of time exists only in the breath of written word.
Man is mortal, and as the professor so rightly said mortality can come so suddenly