' Our Fatal Destination '...

The sadness of a withered flower, its head wilted, its stem shrivelled, its leaves dry corpses, is a sober reminder of beauty's fragility and our own fatal destination.

-- Notebooks Category 9: From Birth to Rebirth > Chapter 1: Death, Dying, and Immortality > # 28 Paul Brunton



This is the way a man may best die--while resting on a chair or couch or sleeping in a bed, a peaceful expression on his face as if seeing or hearing something of unusual beauty, a pleased expression around the mouth.


-- Notebooks Category 9: From Birth to Rebirth > Chapter 1: Death, Dying, and Immortality > # 90 Paul Brunton