There is one who remembers the way to your door: Life you may evade, but Death you shall not. You shall not deny the Stranger.
I had seen birth and death but had thought they were different.
Webster was much possessed by death And saw the skull beneath the skin
Unreal city, Under the brown fog of a winter dawn, A crowd flowed over London Bridge, so many, I had not thought death had undone so many.
Pain is the opposite of joy, but joy is a kind of pain I believe the moment of birth Is when we have knowledge of death I believe the season of birth Is the season of sacrifice