"Keep your face always toward the sunshine - and shadows will fall behind you."
"And as to you Death, and you bitter hug of mortality, it is idle to try to alarm me.... And as to you corpse, I think you are good manure, but that does not offend me, I smell the white roses sweet-scented and growing, I reach to the leafy lips — I reach to the polished breasts of melons. And as to you life, I reckon you are the leavings of many deaths, No doubt I have died myself ten thousand times before."
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Source: Walt Whitman, “Song Of Myself, XLIX”
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