Death is sometimes a punishment; often a gift;
to many, a favor.
--Lucius Annaeus Seneca (c. 4 BC-65 AD)
_Hercules Oetaeus_
There's something in the parting hour,
Will chill the warmest heart;
Yet kindred, comrades, lovers, friends,
Are fated all to part;
The one who goes is happier,
Than those he leaves behind.
--Edward Pollock (1823-1858_
_The Parting Hour_
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Steve
some reputations
are born
posthumously
-- nietzsche
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mankind
born free
yet everywhere
in chains
-- jean-jacques rousseau
_social contract_, 1762
death comes equally
to both the lazy
and the diligent
-- homer
_iliad, ix
What sort of a lover am I to think so much about my
affliction and so much less about hers? Even the
insane call, "Come back," is all for my own sake. I
never even raised the question whether such a return,
if it were possible, would be good for her.
I want her back as an ingredient in the restoration
of my past. Could I have wished her anything worse?
Having got once through death, to come back and then,
at some later date, have all her dying to do over again?
They call Stephen the first martyr. Hadn't Lazarus the
rawer deal?
--Clive Staples Lewis (1898-1963)
_A Grief Observed_ [1961], Chapter 3
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Steve
>I declared that the dead, who had already died,
How fares it with the happy dead?
--Alfred Lord Tennyson (1809-1892)
_In Memoriam_ [1850], No. 44, Stanza 1
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Steve