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

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

Whoever has died is freed from sin.

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

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

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.

Let my epitaph be, “Here lies Joseph, who failed in everything he undertook.”

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

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

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

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

We and the dead ride quick at night. 

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