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

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

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

The call of death is a call of love. Death can be sweet if we answer it in the affirmative, if we accept it as one of the great eternal forms of life and transformation.

Man has here two and a half minutes—one to smile, one to sigh, and half a one to love; for in the midst of this minute he dies.

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

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

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

The play is the tragedy “Man,” And its hero the conqueror worm.

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

I’m doomed to die, right? Why should I care if I go to Hades either with gout in my leg or a runner’s grace? Plenty of people will carry me there.

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

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