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. 

If a parricide is more wicked than anyone who commits homicide—because he kills not merely a man but a near relative—without doubt worse still is he who kills himself, because there is none nearer to a man than himself. 

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

I am not resigned to the shutting away of loving hearts in the hard ground.

The only evidence, so far as I know, about another life is, first, that we have no evidence; and, secondly, that we are rather sorry that we have not, and wish we had.

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

Men have written in the most convincing manner to prove that death is no evil, and this opinion has been confirmed on a thousand celebrated occasions by the weakest of men as well as by heroes. Even so I doubt whether any sensible person has ever believed it, and the trouble men take to convince others as well as themselves that they do shows clearly that it is no easy undertaking. 

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

Nobody, sir, dies willingly.

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

Every individual existence goes out in a lonely spasm of helpless agony.

I order that my funeral ceremonies be extremely modest, and that they take place at dawn or at the evening Ave Maria, without song or music.

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.