For seven days she lay in bed looking sullenly at the ceiling as though resenting the death she had cultivated for so… — William S. Burroughs Copy Share Image
Life consists in the sum of the functions, by which death is resisted. — Marie Francois Xavier Bichat Copy Share Image
Not even piety will stay wrinkles, nor the encroachments of age, nor the advance of death, which cannot be resisted. — Horace Copy Share Image
