Bereavement is a darkness impenetrable to the imagination of the unbereaved.

Death renders all equal.

Nobody, sir, dies willingly.

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.

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.

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!

If a man will observe as he walks the streets, I believe he will find the merriest countenances in mourning coaches.

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

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

Drive your cart and your plow over the bones of the dead.

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

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

Under the wide and starry sky, / Dig the grave and let me lie.