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

Death keeps no calendar.

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

We and the dead ride quick at night. 

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

What is death? A scary mask. Take it off—see, it doesn’t bite.

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.

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

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

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.

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

When a man dies, and his kin are glad of it, they say, “He is better off.”

Death renders all equal.