To live in hearts we leave Is not to die.

A life isn't significant except for its impact on other lives.

Millions long for immortality who don't know what to do on a rainy Sunday afternoon.

Millions long for immortality who do not know what to do with themselves on a rainy Sunday afternoon.

Surely God would not have created such a being as man, with an ability to grasp the infinite, to exist only for a day. No, no, man was made for immortality.

"Immortals are what you wanted," said Thor in a low, quiet voice. "Immortals are what you got."

The one thing we fear most is the one thing that is not possible: We cannot die, we cannot be destroyed.

Immortality makes sense only when the individual soul can be thought of as merging into a great collective mush of sainthood. If we take anything with us into the next world, it is not what survives in the memories of our relicts.

It has been said that the immortality of the soul is a "grand peut-etre"-but it is still a grand one. Everybody clings to it-the stupidest, and dullest, and wickedest of human bipeds is still persuaded that he is immortal.

Should this my firm persuasion of the soul's immortality prove to be a mere delusion, it is at least a pleasing delusion, and I will cherish it to my latest breath.