I do not amuse myself by thinking of dead people.

Under the wide and starry sky,

Dig the grave and let me lie.

Anyone who’s never watched somebody die is suffering from a pretty bad case of virginity.

Nobody, sir, dies willingly.

Imagine a number of men in chains, all under sentence of death, some of whom are each day butchered in the sight of the others; those remaining see their own condition in that of their fellows and, looking at each other with grief and despair, await their turn. This is an image of the human condition.

There is no man so fortunate that there shall not be by him when he is dying some who are pleased with what is going to happen.

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

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

Can we not live without pleasure, who cannot but with pleasure die?

In dealing with the dead, if we treat them as if they were entirely dead, that would show a want of affection and should not be done; or, if we treat them as if they were entirely alive, that would show a want of wisdom and should not be done.

The hour of departure has arrived, and we go our ways—I to die, and you to live. Which is better, only the god knows.

I am about to take my last voyage, a great leap in the dark.

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.