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Let us endeavor so to live that when we come to die even the undertaker will be sorry.

Why is it that we rejoice at birth and grieve at a funeral? It is because we are not the person involved.
All that live must die, passing through nature to eternity.
For he who lives more lives than one: More deaths than one must die.
Once the game is over, the king and the pawn go back into the same box.
Death is more universal than life; everyone dies but not everyone lives.
Good men must die, but death cannot kill their names.
Whoever has lived long enough to find out what life is, knows how deep a debt of gratitude we owe to Adam, the first great benefactor of our race. He brought death into the world.
Life is a dream walking death is a going home.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep. But I have promises to keep, and miles to go before I sleep.
Alas, I am dying beyond my means.
One can survive everything nowadays, except death, and live down anything except a good reputation.
Annihilation has no terrors for me, because I have already tried it before I was born --a hundred million years --and I have suffered more in an hour, in this life, than I remember to have suffered in the whole hundred million years put together. There was a peace, a serenity, an absence of all sense of responsibility, an absence of worry, an absence of care, grief, perplexity; and the presence of a deep content and unbroken satisfaction in that hundred million years of holiday which I look back upon with a tender longing and with a grateful desire to resume, when the opportunity comes.
I want to be all used up when I die.
Most people would rather die than think: many do.
The hour of departure has arrived and we go our ways; I to die, and you to live. Which is better? Only God knows.
Death -- the last sleep? No, it is the final awakening.
All say, How hard it is that we have to die -- a strange complaint to come from the mouths of people who have had to live.
Who is mightier than death? Those who can smile when death threatens.
Death always comes too early or too late.
Death is a shadow that always follows the body.
We never become really and genuinely our entire and honest selves until we are dead -- and not then until we have been dead years and years. People ought to start dead and then they would be honest so much earlier.
Death may be the greatest of all human blessings.
We come and cry and that is life, we cry and go and that is death.
If a man hasn't discovered something that he will die for, he isn't fit to live.
He who can no longer pause to wonder and stand rapt in awe is as good as dead; his eyes are closed.
Death is the wish of some, the relief of many, and the end of all.
Thank Heaven! the crisis --The danger, is past, and the lingering illness, is over at last --, and the fever called Living is conquered at last.
As a well-spent day brings happy sleep, so a life well spent brings happy death.
To the living we owe respect, but to the dead we owe only the truth.
We owe a deep debt of gratitude to Adam, the first great benefactor of the human race: he brought death into the world.
Death is not a period, but a comma in the story of life.
Nothing in his life became him like the leaving it.
I care not, a man can die but once; we owe God and death.
We say that the hour of death cannot be forecast, but when we say this we imagine that hour as placed in an obscure and distant future. It never occurs to us that it has any connection with the day already begun or that death could arrive this same afternoon, this afternoon which is so certain and which has every hour filled in advance.
Because I could not stop for death, He kindly stopped for me; The carriage held but just ourselves and immortality.
Death twitches my ear. Live, he says, I am coming.
There is no cure for birth and death save to enjoy the interval. The dark background which death supplies brings out the tender colors of life in all their purity.
One approaches the journey's end. But the end is a goal, not a catastrophe.
To fear love is to fear life, and those who fear life are already three parts dead.
Death gives us sleep, eternal youth, and immortality.
There is a remedy for everything; it is called death.
Death was afraid of him because he had the heart of a lion.
When I die, I want people to play my music, go wild and freak out and do anything they want to do.
Many people die at twenty five and aren't buried until they are seventy five.
Death is a Dialogue between, the Spirit and the Dust.
Death is as sure for that which is born, as birth is for that which is dead. Therefore grieve not for what is inevitable.
Those who have lived a good life do not fear death, but meet it calmly, and even long for it in the face of great suffering. But those who do not have a peaceful conscience, dread death as though life means nothing but physical torment. The challenge is to live our life so that we will be prepared for death when it comes.
I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. The evil that men do lives after them; the good is oft interred with their bones.
Each day is a little life; every waking and rising a little birth; every fresh morning a little youth; every going to rest and sleep a little death.
The darkness of death is like the evening twilight; it makes all objects appear more lovely to the dying.
If your time ain't come not even a doctor can kill you.
Good God! how often are we to die before we go quite off this stage? In every friend we lose a part of ourselves, and the best part.
Every man is born as many men and dies as a single one.
A useless life is an early death.
To a father, when a child dies, the future dies; to a child when a parent dies, the past dies.
Some people are so afraid to die that they never begin to live.
Though lovers be lost love shall not; And death shall have no dominion.
Do not go gentle into the good night. Old age should burn and rage at close of day.
God's finger touched him and he slept.
I died a mineral, and became a plant. I died a plant and rose an animal. I died an animal and I was man. Why should I fear? When was I less by dying?
Death is a distant rumor to the young.
Our last garment is made without pockets.
One should die proudly when it is no longer possible to live proudly.
If we really think that home is elsewhere and that this life is a wandering to find home, why should we not look forward to the arrival?
To die is poignantly bitter, but the idea of having to die without having lived is unbearable.
Our dead are never dead to us, until we have forgotten them.
While I thought that I was learning how to live, I have been learning how to die.
I am ready to meet my maker, but whether my maker is prepared for the great ordeal of meeting me is another matter.
I'm not afraid to die, I just don't want to be there when it happens.
Let us beware of saying that death is the opposite of life. The living being is only a species of the dead, and a very rare species.
Every man dies. Not every man really lives. [In the movie Braveheart]
To fear death is to misunderstand life.
When death overtakes us; all that we have is left to others; all that we are we take with us.
Live your life, do your work, then take your hat.
It is impossible that anything so natural, so necessary, and so universal as death, should ever have been designed by providence as an evil to mankind.
In my end is my beginning.
If I had my life over again I should form the habit of nightly composing myself to thoughts of death. I would practice, 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. You might as well live on the whites of eggs.
To fear death, my friends, is only to think ourselves wise, without being wise: for it is to think that we know what we do not know. For anything that men can tell, death may be the greatest good that can happen to them: but they fear it as if they knew quite well that it was the greatest of evils. And what is this but that shameful ignorance of thinking that we know what we do not know?
Dying is a troublesome business: there is pain to be suffered, and it wrings one's heart; but death is a splendid thing --a warfare accomplished, a beginning all over again, a triumph. You can always see that in their faces.
After your death you will be what you were before your birth.
Every man goes down to his death bearing in his hands only that which he has given away.
There are few things more difficult than to appraise the work of a man suddenly dead in his youth; to disentangle promise from achievement; to save him from that sentimentalizing which confuses the tragedy of the interruption with the merit of the work actually performed.
How strange this fear of death is! We are never frightened at a sunset.
To die will be an awfully big adventure.
Life is the dynamic, creative edge of reality.
As flies to wanton boys, are we to the gods; They kill us for their sport.
Living is a sickness to which sleep provides relief every sixteen hours. It's a palliative. The remedy is death.
Death is not an event in life: we do not live to experience death. If we take eternity to mean not infinite temporal duration but timelessness, then eternal life belongs to those who live in the present.
Death is nature's way of saying, Your table's ready.
Those to whom we say farewell, are welcomed by others.
At the moment of death there will appear to you, swifter than lightning, the luminous splendor of the colorless light of emptiness, and that will surround you on all sides. Terrified, you will flee from the radiance. Try to submerge it is an obstacle blocking the path of liberation. yourself in that light, giving up all belief in a separate self, all attachment to your illusory ego. Recognize that the boundless light of this true reality is your own true self, and you shall be saved!
When it comes to my own turn to lay my weapons down, I shall do so with thankfulness and fatigue, and whatever be my destiny afterward, I shall be glad to lie down with my fathers in honor. It is human at least, if not divine.
Death is the veil which those who live call life; They sleep, and it is lifted.
The undiscovered country form whose born no traveler returns. [Hamlet]
But I will be a bridegroom in my death, and run into a lover's bed.
One who does not know when to die, does not know how to live.
It's astonishing how important a man becomes when he dies.
A wooden bed is better than a golden coffin.
Every man must do two things alone; he must do his own believing and his own dying.
It is hard to have patience with people who say There is no death or Death doesn't matter. There is death. And whatever is matters. And whatever happens has consequences, and it and they are irrevocable and irreversible. You might as well say that birth doesn't matter.
The call of death is a call of love. Death can be sweet if we answer it in the affirmative, if we accept it as one of the great eternal forms of life and transformation.
The death of what's dead is the birth of what's living.
Plan for this world as if you expect to live forever; but plan for the hereafter as if you expect to die tomorrow.
When one man dies, one chapter is not torn out of the book, but translated into a better language.
To be born free is an accident; To live free a responsibility; To die free is an obligation.
Let no man fear to die, we love to sleep all, and death is but the sounder sleep.
Nothing that is really good and God-like dies.
No evil is honorable: but death is honorable; therefore death is not evil.
No motion has she now, no force; she neither hears nor sees; rolled around in earth's diurnal course, with rocks, and stones, and trees.
God's retirement plan is out of this world
I am ready to meet God face to face tonight and look into those eyes of infinite holiness, for all my sins are covered by the atoning blood.
But what is all this fear of and opposition to Oblivion? What is the matter with the soft Darkness, the Dreamless Sleep?
How wonderful is death! Death and his brother sleep.
Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie, which we ascribe to heaven.
The final hour when we cease to exist does not itself bring death; it merely of itself completes the death-process. We reach death at that moment, but we have been a long time on the way.
Come he slow or come he fast. It is but death who comes at last.
When the body sinks into death, the essence of man is revealed. Man is a knot, a web, a mesh into which relationships are tied. Only those relationships matter. The body is an old crock that nobody will miss. I have never known a man to think of himself when dying. Never.
It is difficult to accept death in this society because it is unfamiliar. In spite of the fact that it happens all the time, we never see it.
Dying is something we human beings do continuously, not just at the end of our physical lives on this earth.
A considerable percentage of the people we meet on the street are people who are empty inside, that is, they are actually already dead. It is fortunate for us that we do not see and do not know it. If we knew what a number of people are actually dead and what a number of these dead people govern our lives, we should go mad with horror.
I look upon death to be as necessary to our constitution as sleep. We shall rise refreshed in the morning.
When death comes it is never our tenderness that we repent from, but our severity.
Dying is a wild night and a new road.
The life of the dead is placed in the memory of the living.
I look upon life as a gift from God. I did nothing to earn it. Now that the time is coming to give it back, I have no right to complain.
Always go to other people's funerals, otherwise they won't come to yours.
Living is death; dying is life. We are not what we appear to be. On this side of the grave we are exiles, on that citizens; on this side orphans, on that children;
A physician can sometimes parry the scythe of death, but has no power over the sand in the hourglass.
I balanced all, brought all to mind, the years to come seemed waste of breath, a waste of breath the years behind, in balance with this life, this death.
I am dying beyond my means.
Nothing can happen more beautiful than death.
Dying is the most embarrassing thing that can ever happen to you, because someone's got to take care of all your details.
I have lived, and I have run the course which fortune allotted me; and now my shade shall descend illustrious to the grave.
It was once said that if you took all of the people who fell asleep in church and laid them end to end they would be more comfortable.
We fear not death. That gloomy night, that pale-faced moon, and the affrighted stars that hurried through the sky, can witness that we fear not death.
Death is an endless night so awful to contemplate that it can make us love life and value it with such passion that it may be the ultimate cause of all joy and all art.
If you treat every situation as a life and death matter, you'll die a lot of times.
Men must endure, their going hence even as their coming hither. Ripeness is all.
After life's fitful fever he sleeps well. Treason has done his worst. Nor steel nor poison, malice domestic, foreign levy, nothing can touch him further.
A punishment to some, to some a gift, and to many a favor.
That which is so universal as death must be a benefit.
And all the winds go sighing, for sweet things dying.
So little done, so much to do.
I can die when I wish to: that is my elixir of life.
An evil life is a kind of death.
One has to pay dearly for immortality; one has to die several times while one is still alive.
As death, when we come to consider it closely, is the true goal of our existence, I have formed during the last few years such close relations with this best and truest friend of mankind, that his image is not only no longer terrifying to me, but is indeed very soothing and consoling! And I thank my God for graciously granting me the opportunity of learning that death is the key which unlocks the door to our true happiness.
Death is the golden key that opens the palace of eternity.
In the attempt to defeat death man has been inevitably obliged to defeat life, for the two are inextricably related. Life moves on to death, and to deny one is to deny the other.
There is no death. the stars go down to rise upon some other shore. And bright in Heaven's jeweled crown, they shine for ever more.
Death is but a passage. It is not a house, it is only a vestibule. The grave has a door on its inner side.
When a great man dies, for years the light he leaves behind him, lies on the paths of men.
Death never takes the wise man by surprise, he is always ready to go.
If some persons died, and others did not die, death would be a terrible affliction.
It matters not how a man dies, but how he lives. The act of dying is not of importance, it lasts so short a time.
Ignore death up to the last moment; then, when it can't be ignored any longer, have yourself squirted full of morphia and shuffle off in a coma. Thoroughly sensible, humane and scientific, eh?
A few can touch the magic string, and noisy fame is proud to win them: Alas for those that never sing, but die with all their music in them!
Only the young die good.
We sometimes congratulate ourselves at the moment of waking from a troubled dream; it may be so the moment after death.
To leave is to die a little... one leaves behind a little of oneself at any hour, at any place.
Death is the only inescapable, unavoidable, sure thing. We are sentenced to die the day we're born.
Fish die belly upward, and rise to the surface. Its their way of falling.
It is possible to provide security against other ills, but as far as death is concerned, we men all live in a city without walls.
The art of living well and the art of dying well are one.
Let death be daily before your eyes, and you will never entertain any abject thought, nor too eagerly covet anything.
Death is the last enemy: once we've got past that I think everything will be alright.
And what the dead had no speech for, when living, they can tell you, being dead: the communication of the dead is tongued with fire beyond the language of the living.
A dead atheist is someone who is all dressed up with no place to go.
Death be not proud, though some have called thee Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so. For, those, whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow. Die not, poor death, nor yet canst thou kill me.
That last day does not bring extinction to us, but change of place.
Death, so called, is a thing which makes men weep, and yet a third of life is passed in sleep.
The fear of death is worse than death.
I'd rather die while I'm living then live while I'm dead.
Though it be in the power of the weakest arm to take away life, it is not in the strongest to deprive us of death.
How long after you are gone will ripples remain as evidence that you were cast into the pool of life?
Most of us die with much of our beautiful music still in us, un-sung, un-played.
And fear not them which kill the body, but are not able to kill the soul: but rather fear him which is able to destroy both soul and body in hell. [Matthew 10:28]
Loss and possession, Death and life are one. There falls no shadow where There shines no sun.
Death is the great adventure beside which moon landings and space trips pale into insignificance.
Die? I should say not, dear fellow. No Barrymore would allow such a conventional thing to happen to him.
The best place a person can die, is where they die for others.
There are three kinds of death in this world. There's heart death, there's brain death, and there's being off the network.
I don't believe in an after life, although I am bringing a change of underwear.
Life is the desert, life the solitude, death joins us to the great majority.
Creation destroys as it goes, throws down one tree for the rise of another. But ideal mankind would abolish death, multiply itself million upon million, rear up city upon city, save every parasite alive, until the accumulation of mere existence is swollen to a horror.
In any man who dies there dies with him, his first snow and kiss and fight. Not people die but worlds die in them.
Death the last voyage, the longest, and the best.
Take care of your of your life and the Lord will take of your death.
A good man dies when a boy goes wrong.
When I die, I want to go peacefully like my Grandfather did -- in his sleep. Not yelling and screaming like the passengers in his car.
Except for the young or very happy, I can't say I am sorry for anyone who dies.
For the dead there are no more toils.
Life levels all men. Death reveals the eminent.
The weariest and most loathed worldly life, that age, ache, penury and imprisonment can lay on nature is a paradise, to what we fear of death.
Is death the last step? No, it is the final awakening.
What shall he fear that does not fear death.
If Nature denies eternity to beings, it follows that their destruction is one of her laws. Now, once we observe that destruction is so useful to her that she absolutely cannot dispense with it from this moment onward the idea of annihilation which we attach to death ceases to be real what we call the end of the living animal is no longer a true finish, but a simple transformation, a transmutation of matter. According to these irrefutable principles, death is hence no more than a change of form, an imperceptible passage from one existence into another.
Not by lamentations and mournful chants ought we to celebrate the funeral of a good man, but by hymns, for in ceasing to be numbered with mortals he enters upon the heritage of a diviner life.
He whom the Gods love dies young, while he is in health, has his senses and his judgments sound.
dying is an art, like everything else. I do it exceptionally well. I do it so it feels like hell. I do it so it feels real. I guess you could say I've a call.
If only I could understand the reason for my crying. If only I could stop this fear of dreaming that I'm dying.
Death may be the King of terrors... but Jesus is the King of kings!
Death is delightful. Death is dawn, the waking from a weary night of fevers unto truth and light.
Death doesn't affect the living because it has not happened yet. Death doesn't concern the dead because they have ceased to exist.
Death is a very dull, dreary affair, and my advice to you is to have nothing whatever to do with it.
But life is sweet, though all that makes it sweet. Lessen like sound of friends departing feet; And death is beautiful as feet of friend. Coming with welcome at our journey's end.
We need not fear life, because God is the Ruler of all and we need not fear death, because He shares immortality with us.
The Father is the Giver of Life; but the Mother is the Giver of Death, because her womb is the gate of ingress to matter, and through her life is ensouled to form, and no form can be either infinite or eternal. Death is implicit in birth.
Since the death instinct exists in the heart of everything that lives, since we suffer from trying to repress it, since everything that lives longs for rest, let us unfasten the ties that bind us to life, let us cultivate our death wish, let us develop it, water it like a plant, let it grow unhindered. Suffering and fear are born from the repression of the death wish.
I shall not wholly die, and a great part of me will escape the grave.
Tis after death that we measure men.
Pale death with an impartial foot knocks at the hovels of the poor and the palaces of king.
Our dead brothers still live for us and bid us think of life, not death -- of life to which in their youth they lent the passion and glory of Spring. As I listen, the great chorus of life and joy begins again, and amid the awful orchestra of seen and unseen powers and destinies of good and evil, our trumpets, sound once more a note of daring, hope, and will.
How frighteningly few are the persons whose death would spoil our appetite and make the world seem empty.
Death has but one terror, that it has no tomorrow.
Our repugnance to death increases in proportion to our consciousness of having lived in vain.
Death cancels everything but truth; and strips a man of everything but genius and virtue. It is a sort of natural canonization. It makes the meanest of us sacred --it installs the poet in his immortality, and lifts him to the skies. Death is the greatest assayer of the sterling ore of talent. At his touch the dropsy particles fall off, the irritable, the personal, the gross, and mingle with the dust --the finer and more ethereal part mounts with winged spirit to watch over our latest memory, and protect our bones from insult. We consign the least worthy qualities to oblivion, and cherish the nobler and imperishable nature with double pride and fondness.
If even dying is to be made a social function, then, grant me the favor of sneaking out on tiptoe without disturbing the party.
Death is a commingling of eternity with time; in the death of a good man, eternity is seen looking through time.
It is not death, but dying, which is terrible.
Death is the king of this world: 'Tis his park where he breeds life to feed him. Cries of pain are music for his banquet
The last suit that you wear, you don't need any pockets.
To die is landing on some distant shore.
Like pilgrims to the appointed place we tend; The world's an inn, and death the journey's end.
Let us go in; the fog is rising.
These have not the hope to die.
I never wanted to see anybody die, but there are a few obituary notices I have read with pleasure.
I have wrestled with death. It is the most unexciting contest you can imagine. It takes place in an impalpable grayness, with nothing underfoot, with nothing around, without spectators, without clamor, without glory, without the great desire of victory, without the great fear of defeat.
Since the day of my birth, my death began its walk. It is walking toward me, without hurrying.
Woe, woe, woe... in a little while we shall all be dead. Therefore let us behave as though we were dead already.
Well, there's a remedy for all things but death, which will be sure to lay us flat one time or other.
Men are convinced of your arguments, your sincerity, and the seriousness of your efforts only by your death.
There will be no lasting peace either in the heart of individuals or in social customs until death is outlawed.
I have seen a thousand graves opened, and always perceived that whatever was gone, the teeth and hair remained of those who had died with them. Is not this odd? They go the very first things in youth and yet last the longest in the dust.
For the sword outwears its sheath, and the soul wears out the breast. And the heart must pause to breathe, and love itself have rest.
If life must not be taken too seriously -- then so neither must death.
Man is a noble animal, splendid in ashes, and pompous in the grave.
You must not fear death, my lads; defy him, and you drive him into the enemy's ranks.
Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me. [Psalm 23:4]
For we brought nothing into this world, and it is certain we can carry nothing out. [1 Timothy 6:7]
I really wanted to die at certain periods in my life. Death was like love, a romantic escape. I took pills because I didn't want to throw myself off my balcony and know people would photograph me lying dead below.
Death is a release from the impressions of the senses, and from desires that make us their puppets, and from the vagaries of the mind, and from the hard service of the flesh.
Unquiet souls. In the dark fermentation of earth, in the never idle workshop of nature, in the eternal movement, yea shall find yourselves again.
Your lost friends are not dead, but gone before, advanced a stage or two upon that road which you must travel in the steps they trod.
Death not merely ends life, it also bestows upon it a silent completeness, snatched from the hazardous flux to which all things human are subject.
A dying man needs to die, as a sleepy man needs to sleep, and there comes a time when it is wrong, as well as useless, to resist.
See in what peace a Christian can die.
I answer the heroic question "Death where is thy sting?" "It is here in my heart and mind and memories"
It is easy to go down into Hell; night and day, the gates of dark Death stand wide; but to climb back again, to retrace one's steps to the upper air - there's the rub, the task.
For good undone, and gifts misspent, and resolutions vain, ’T is somewhat late to trouble. This I know— I should live the same life over, if I had to live again; And the chances are I go where most men go.
We are all dying. Every single day that we are alive!
When a man has died, he wants you to know about it.
To die is poignantly bitter, but the idea of having to die without having lived is unbearable.
Death does determine life. Once life is finished it acquires a sense; up to that point it has not got a sense; its sense is suspended and therefore ambiguous. However, to be sincere I must add that for me death is important only if it is not justified and rationalized by reason. For me death is the maximum of epicness and death.
Tis all a Checker-board of Nights and days where Destiny with Men for Pieces plays: Hither and thither moves, and mates and slays, and one by one back in the Closet lays.
But there is good news yet to hear and fine things to be seen before we go to Paradise by way of Kensal Green.
Man that is born of woman hath but a short time to live, and is full of misery. He comet up, and is cut down, like a flower; he fleeth as it were a shadow, and never continueth in one stay.
Life, in my estimation, is a biological misadventure that we terminate on the shoulders of six strange men whose only objective is to make a hole in one with you.
Virtue alone has majesty in death.
All men think that all men are mortal but themselves.
Against you I will fling myself, unvanquished and unyielding, O Death!
To die is different from what any one supposed, and luckier.
God buries His workmen but carries on His work.
Dear me! I must be turning into a god.
In the twentieth century, death terrifies men less than the absence of real life. All these dead, mechanized, specialized actions, stealing a little bit of life a thousand times a day until the mind and body are exhausted, until that death which is not the
What is here is also there; what is there, is also here. Who sees multiplicity but not the one indivisible Self must wander on and on from death to death.
A man does not die of love or his liver or even of old age; he dies of being a man.
Having seen and felt the end, you have willed the means to the realization of the end.
But the peasants -- how do the peasants die?
Early to rise and early to bed makes a male healthy and wealthy and dead.
Authority forgets a dying king.
A fiction about soft or easy deaths is part of the mythology of most diseases that are not considered shameful or demeaning.
For those who live neither with religious consolations about death nor with a sense of death (or of anything else) as natural, death is the obscene mystery, the ultimate affront, the thing that cannot be controlled. It can only be denied.
He has outsoared the shadow of our night; envy and calumny and hate and pain, and that unrest which men miscall delight, can touch him not and torture not again; from the contagion of the world's slow stain, he is secure.
I have a rendezvous with Death at some disputed barricade.
The white man's dead forget the country of their birth when they go to walk among the stars. Our dead never forget this beautiful earth, for it is the mother of the red man.
You just can't complain about being alive. It's self-indulgent to be unhappy. [When asked how she has coped since husband's death.]
Just like those who are incurably ill, the aged know everything about their dying except exactly when.
Be the green grass above me, with showers and dewdrops wet; and if thou wilt, remember, and if thou wilt, forget.
O eloquent, just, and mighty Death! whom none could advise, thou hast persuaded; what none hath dared, thou hast done; and whom all the world hath flattered, thou only hath cast out of the world and despised. Thou hast drawn together all the far-stretched greatness, all the pride, cruelty, and ambition of man, and covered it all over with these two narrow words, Hic jacet!
I am going to seek a great purpose, draw the curtain, the farce is played.
Must not all things at the last be swallowed up in death?
Know one knows whether death, which people fear to be the greatest evil, may not be the greatest good.
Between my head and my hand, there is always the face of death.
O how small a portion of earth will hold us when we are dead, who ambitiously seek after the whole world while we are living.
He has gone over to the majority.
Die, my dear doctor! That's the last thing I shall do!
He that lives to forever, never fears dying.