To die is gain in a very broad sense, for it is an exchange of hampering conditions for a life without limitation.
Death is merely the transportation of a peasant to a palace, the environment of which gives him opportunities he never dreamed of.
We shed bitter tears at a grave, but there is more or less selfishness in our grief.
If we had full faith in the future, the muffled sound of sighs would be followed by a solemn conviction that while we are somewhat the worse off by what we call bereavement, the departed loved one is much the better off.

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