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• There is a reaper whose name is Death, And with his sickle keen He reaps the bearded grain at a breath, And the flowers that grow between.
  -- Henry W. Longfellow (1807-1882) -- The Reaper and the Flowe...
• Safe from temptation, safe from sin's pollution, She lives whom we call dead.
  -- Henry W. Longfellow (1807-1882) -- Resignatio...
• What seem to us but sad, funereal tapers May be heaven's distant lamps.
  -- Henry W. Longfellow (1807-1882) -- Resignatio...
• Life is pleasant. Death is peaceful. It's the transition that's troublesome. -- Isaac Asimov
• The prayer of Ajax was for light. -- Henry W. Longfellow (1807-1882) -- The Goblet of Life
• Tell me not, in mournful numbers, "Life is but an empty dream!
  For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem....
• It's not a matter of life or death, but what is? What is?
• O thou child of many prayers! Life hath quicksand
  life hath snares! -- Henry W. Longfellow (1807-1882) -- Maidenhood...
• Euripides says,-- Who knows but that this life is really death, And whether death is not what men call life?
  -- Diogenes Laertius (c. 200 AD) -- Pyrrho, viii...