It is not death that kills us, but life. We are done to death by life.
It is impossible to be among the woods animals on their own ground without a feeling of expanding one's own world, as when any foreign country is visited.
Ants in the house seem to be, not intruders, but the owners.
Life is strong stuff, some of us can bear more of it than others.
to comfort any mortal against loneliness, one other is enough.
It is not that death comes, but that life leaves.