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

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

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. 

A god cannot procure death for himself, even if he wished it, which, so numerous are the evils of life, has been granted to man as our chief good.

We and the dead ride quick at night. 

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

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

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. 

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

I was born without knowing why, I have lived without knowing why, and I am dying without either knowing why or how.

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

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.

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