In the beds which the piety of the public has prepared on every side, stricken men await the verdict of fate.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
It is past time for women to take their rightful place, side by side with men, in the rooms where the fates of peoples, where their children's and grandchildren's fates, are decided.
By mere burial man arrives not at bliss; and in the future life, throughout its whole infinite range, they will seek for happiness as vainly as they sought it here, who seek it in aught else than that which so closely surrounds them here - the Infinite.
Dawn: When men of reason go to bed.
A man's character is his fate.
The best of men cannot suspend their fate: The good die early, and the bad die late.
The evil that men do lives after them; the good is oft interred with their bones.
Men are not prisoners of fate, but only prisoners of their own minds.
Death is a delightful hiding place for weary men.
Everybody, soon or late, sits down to a banquet of consequences.
This life is a hospital in which every patient is possessed with a desire to change his bed.