Art is the expression of the immortal part of man.
A death-like sleep, A gentle wafting to immortal life.
Oh! if you could only hear Intemperance with drunkards' bones drumming on the top of the wine cask the Dead March of immortal souls, you would go home and kneel down and pray God that rather than your children should ever become the victims of this evil habit, you might carry them out to Greenwood and put them down in the last slumber, waiting for the flowers of spring to come over the grave-sweet prophecies of the resurrection. God hath a balm for such a Wound, but what flower of comfort ever grew on the blasted heath of a drunkard's sepulcher?
A young lady went into a bookstore and asked the clerk for Irving Stone's book, "Immoral Wife. " The title is "Immortal Wife," the clerk replied. "I'll get it for you. " Oh, please don't bother, If that's the correct name of the book, I don't think I'd care for it. I had something else in mind.
After all, you’re only an immortal until someone manages to kill you. After that, you were just long-lived.
All men's souls are immortal, but the souls of the righteous are immortal and divine.
Wisdom married to immortal verse.
The immortal silence is there always waiting for you and that spirit is deathless and courageous. Remember, many have trod the path that you are walking on and they succeeded. They were no better than you, no wiser.
We are not meant to know the time or the nature of our deaths (for all of us secretly hope that we may be immortal).
[Core concepts: Human beings all have souls. Souls are software objects. Software is not immortal. ]
To become immortal, and then to die.
Intellect is the soul of man, the only immortal part of him.
That intense faith in another world, that intense hatred for this world, that intense power of renunciation, that intense faith in God, that intense faith in the immortal soul, is in you. I challenge anyone to give it up. You cannot. You may try to impose upon me by becoming materialists, by talking materialism for a few months, but I know what you are; if I take you by the hand, back you come as good theists as ever were born. How can you change your nature?
Like most people, most Westerners anyway, I have a sneaking suspicion I am immortal.
Our desire is to grow so quiet and to work so deeply that we participate fully in the mystery in which we're embedded. When we manage to do that we feel as if we have merged with the universe; for the duration of that experience we feel immortal.
Beauty is momentary in the mind -- The fitful tracing of a portal; But in the flesh it is immortal. The body dies; the body's beauty lives. So evenings die, in their green going, A wave, interminably flowing.
Some persons choose, rather than stay in immortal bliss all the time, to come back for others.
Man, as long as he lives, is immortal. One minute before his death he shall be immortal. But one minute later, God wins.
In a way I'm probably immortal.
If man can fly, it won't be something extraordinary! But if man can become immortal, now that will be extraordinary!