Source: Jacques Lipchitz: The Artist at Work, 1966, p. 202
“There is no death without life. Therefore, death depends entirely on life.”
“The day of my birth, my death began its walk. It is walking toward me, without hurrying.”
Depuis le jour de ma naissance, ma mort s'est mise en marche. Elle marche à ma rencontre, sans se presser.
"Postambule" in La Fin du Potomac (1939); later published in Collected Works Vol. 2 (1947)
Variant translation: It seemed incredible that this day, a day without warnings or omens, might be that of my implacable death.
The Garden of Forking Paths (1942), The Garden of Forking Paths
The Tragic Sense of Life (1913), I : The Man of Flesh and Bone
Context: Everything in me that conspires to break the unity and continuity of my life conspires to destroy me and consequently to destroy itself. Every individual in a people who conspires to break the spiritual unity and continuity of that people tends to destroy it and to destroy himself as a part of that people.
