Let no man's deathbed be a futon.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
Nobody believes it, but I slept on a futon till I was 13.
Teach me to live, that I may dread The grave as little as my bed.
A man who dies, no matter how terrible his crime was, must be brought to burial.
This life is a hospital in which every patient is possessed with a desire to change his bed.
When a man has lost all happiness, he's not alive. Call him a breathing corpse.
The graveyards are full of indispensable men.
In the beds which the piety of the public has prepared on every side, stricken men await the verdict of fate.
I have discovered that all human evil comes from this, man's being unable to sit still in a room.
I don't need anything to live, to be honest. Give me a mattress or a futon on the floor and I'll be the happiest camper.
Death is a delightful hiding place for weary men.