Nobody, sir, dies willingly.

Death and vulgarity are the only two facts in the nineteenth century that one cannot explain away.

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

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

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 noble to die before doing anything that deserves death.

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

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

You are dust, and to dust you shall return.

I imagined it was more difficult to die. 

There never is absolute birth nor complete death, in the strict sense, consisting in the separation of the soul from the body. What we call births are developments and growths, while what we call deaths are envelopments and diminutions.

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

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