To desire immortality for the individual is really the same as wanting to perpetuate an error forever.

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

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

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

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 life of the dead consists in the recollection cherished of them by the living.

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.

Death keeps no calendar.

The dead are often just as living to us as the living are, only we cannot get them to believe it. They can come to us, but till we die we cannot go to them. To be dead is to be unable to understand that one is alive. 

Is this dying? Is this all? Is this all that I feared when I prayed against a hard death? Oh, I can bear this! I can bear it!

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

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

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.