Since the day of my birth, my death began its walk. It is walking toward me, without hurrying.
Jean CocteauThe day of my birth, my death began its walk. It is walking toward me, without hurrying.
Jean CocteauLand and sea, weakness and decline are great separators, but death is the great divorcer for ever.
John KeatsThe death rate among Marines in Iraq has been more than double that of the other services.
Jim Lehrer