Life and Death


IT IS AS clear to me as daylight that life and death are but phases of the same thing, the reverse and obverse the same coin. In fact, tribulation and death seem to me to present a phase far richer than happiness or life. What is life worth without trials and tribulations, which are the
salt of life? . . . I want you all to treasure death and suffering more than life, and to appreciate their cleansing and purifying character.

THE BODY MUST suffer for its ill deeds. We die to live once more, even as we live to die at last. Life, therefore,
is not an occasion for joy, nor is death an occasion for sorrow. But there is one thing needful. We must ascertain our duty in life and continue to discharge it till we die.

DEATH IS AT any time blessed, but it is twice blessed for a warrior who dies for his cause, i.e. truth. Death is
no fiend, he is the truest of friends. He delivers us from agony. He helps us against ourselves. He ever gives us
new chances, new hopes. He is like a sleep, a sweet restorer. Yet it is customary to mourn when a friend dies. The custom has no operation when the death is that of a
martyr.

GANDHI