For the wretched one night is like a thousand; for someone faring well death is just one more night.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
Death is an endless night so awful to contemplate that it can make us love life and value it with such passion that it may be the ultimate cause of all joy and all art.
Death is easier than a wretched life; and better never to have born than to live and fare badly.
We live so little time in this world that it is no matter how wretched and miserable we are, if it prepares us for heaven.
Night is certainly more novel and less profane than day.
But only a brief moment is granted to the brave one breath or two, whose wage is the long nights of the grave.
For death is no more than a turning of us over from time to eternity.
Do not go gentle into that good night but rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Dying is a wild night and a new road.
Death is delightful. Death is dawn, The waking from a weary night Of fevers unto truth and light.
How sweet for those faring badly to forget their misfortunes even for a short time.