If I had my life over again I should form the habit of nightly composing myself to thoughts of death. I would practise, as it were, the remembrance of death. There is no other practice which so intensifies life. Death, when it approaches, ought not to take one by surprise. It should be part of the full expectancy of life. Without an ever-present sense of death life is insipid. Coming Next: THURS: A Writer's Wit | Havelock Ellis FRI: My Book World | George Saunders's A Swim in a Pond in the Rain |  M. Spark |
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