Quote#Death
Life is the gathering of waves to a head, at death they break into a…
Quote bySamuel Butler · 1835–1902
Commonly attributed — not confirmed in an authoritative edition. Cited on Wikiquote to: Part I: Lord, What is Man?, Birth and Death, ii.
English (original)
Life is the gathering of waves to a head, at death they break into a million fragments each one of which, however, is absorbed at once into the sea of life and helps to form a later generation which comes rolling on till it too breaks.
— Samuel Butler
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