You live as if you were destined to live forever, no thought of your frailty ever enters your head, of how much time has already gone by you take no heed. You squander time as if you drew from a full and abundant supply, though all the while that day which you bestow on some person or thing is perhaps your last.
If the promised final future is simply that immortal souls will have left behind their mortal bodies, why then death still rules – since that is a description, not of the defeat of death, but simply of death itself, seen from a different angle.
They live forever. But many of them are even more lonely and miserable than we are. Why do you think they bother with us? We teach them life’s value.
The aim of every artist is to arrest motion, which is life, by artificial means and hold it fixed so that a hundred years later, when a stranger looks at it, it moves again since it is life. Since man is mortal, the only immortality possible for him is to leave something behind him that is immortal since it will always move.
Because that which was new was almost always temporary. And that which was temporary broke your heart.
A letter always seemed to me like immortality because it is the mind alone without corporeal friend.
While death and darkness girdle me
I grope for immortality.
The fear of Mortality is the base of Immortality
Everything science has taught me strengthens my belief in the continuity of our spiritual existence after death. I believe in an immortal soul. Science has proved that nothing disintegrates into nothingness. Life and soul, therefore, cannot disintegrate into nothingness, and so are immortal.
Immortality is a chancy thing; it cannot be promised or earned. Perhaps it cannot even be identified for what it is.