As virtuous men pass mildly away, and whisper to their souls to go, whilst some of their sad friends do say, the breath goes now, and some say no.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
Death is a delightful hiding place for weary men.
But only a brief moment is granted to the brave one breath or two, whose wage is the long nights of the grave.
When a man has lost all happiness, he's not alive. Call him a breathing corpse.
Great souls suffer in silence.
Every man has his secret sorrows which the world knows not; and often times we call a man cold when he is only sad.
Death, so called, is a thing which makes men weep, And yet a third of life is passed in sleep.
When one tears away the veils and shows them naked, people's souls give off such a pungent smell of decay.
Those who remain unmoved by the wind of joy silently follow the Path.
Silence is refreshment for the soul.
Nowhere can man find a quieter or more untroubled retreat than in his own soul.