I’m doomed to die, right? Why should I care if I go to Hades either with gout in my leg or a runner’s grace? Plenty of people will carry me there.

A little sleep, a little slumber, a little folding of the hands to rest.

I don’t believe in an afterlife, although I am bringing a change of underwear.

I looked and there was a pale green horse! Its rider’s name was Death, and Hades followed with him.

Epitaph, n. An inscription on a tomb, showing that virtues acquired by death have a retroactive effect.

Life is a farce, and should not end with a mourning scene.

It is not my design to drink or sleep; my design is to make what haste I can to be gone.

The play is the tragedy “Man,” And its hero the conqueror worm.

Let my epitaph be, “Here lies Joseph, who failed in everything he undertook.”

You are dust, and to dust you shall return.

I doubt that we have any right to pity the dead for their own sakes.

I do not amuse myself by thinking of dead people.

It is noble to die before doing anything that deserves death.