To him who, though by no means near the end, is yet advancing, He is the way; to him who has put off all that is dead He is the life.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
In the attempt to defeat death man has been inevitably obliged to defeat life, for the two are inextricably related. Life moves on to death, and to deny one is to deny the other.
Death is not the end; it is but one more step in a great forward march made possible by the redemption wrought by the Savior. This is the spirit of true science - constant and eternal seeking.
Every man's life ends the same way. It is only the details of how he lived and how he died that distinguish one man from another.
Death is not just the end, it's the beginning.
The boundaries which divide Life from Death are at best shadowy and vague. Who shall say where the one ends, and where the other begins?
To the poet, his travels, his adventures, his loves, his indignations are finally resolved in verse, and this, in the end becomes his permanent, indestructible life.
To have his path made clear for him is the aspiration of every human being in our beclouded and tempestuous existence.
Without the way, there is no going; without the truth, there is no knowing; without the life, there is no living.
To himself everyone is immortal; he may know that he is going to die, but he can never know that he is dead.
From the middle of life onward, only he remains vitally alive who is ready to die with life.