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

Whoever has died is freed from sin.

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.

I imagined it was more difficult to die. 

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.

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

The hour of departure has arrived, and we go our ways—I to die, and you to live. Which is better, only the god knows.

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

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.

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.

You are dust, and to dust you shall return.

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

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.