O Death the Healer, scorn thou not, I pray, To come to me: of cureless ills thou art The one physician. Pain lays not its touch Upon a corpse.
There is no way of conveying to the corpse the reasons you have made him one--you have the corpse, and you are, thereafter, at themercy of a fact which missed the truth, which means that the corpse has you.
There's nothing like a headless corpse to bring a touch of excitement into one's life.
As the pain that can be told is but half a pain, so the pity that questions has little healing in its touch.
If you want to live your whole life free from pain,you must either be a god or a corpse.
A corpse is meat gone bad. Well and what's cheese? Corpse of milk.
There simply must be a corpse in a detective novel,
and the deader the corpse the better.
Socialism lays an bad egg by killing the capitalism that lays the golden eggs
I think if I were walking someplace and I saw a corpse my brain would tell me it was a million things before I believed it was a corpse.
Once, he hadn't been able to touch her without causing himself pain. Now, it only hurt when he didn't touch her.
Now, a corpse, poor thing, is an untouchable and the process of decay is, of all pieces of bad manners, the vulgarest imaginable. For a corpse is, by definition, a person absolutely devoid of savoir vivre.
We're all making castles in the sand, wonderful tapestries, an exquisite corpse. But is it meaningful? No. It's dogs barking. It doesn't mean anything beyond our yelping, at the pain of being alive.
A Corpse or a Ghost- I'd sooner be one or t'other, square and fair, than a Ghost in a Corpse, which is my feelins at present.
If you want to live your whole life free from pain you must become either a god or else a corpse. Consider other men's troubles and that will comfort you.
Dead bodies are calm and silent—perfectly still, perfectly harmless. A corpse will never move, it will never laugh, and it will never judge. A corpse will never shout at you, hit you, or leave you. Far away from the zombies and junk that you see on TV, a corpse is actually the perfect friend. The perfect pet. I feel more comfortable with them than I do with real people.
We have emotions for a reason; for instance, imagine pain. You have pain so that if you touch something that's hot, or if you slam your hand with a hammer, you will pull your hand away and not do that again.