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

Whoever has died is freed from sin.

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

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

In dealing with the dead, if we treat them as if they were entirely dead, that would show a want of affection and should not be done; or, if we treat them as if they were entirely alive, that would show a want of wisdom and should not be done.

If a man will observe as he walks the streets, I believe he will find the merriest countenances in mourning coaches.

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.

You are dust, and to dust you shall return.

We and the dead ride quick at night. 

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

To desire immortality for the individual is really the same as wanting to perpetuate an error forever.

A little sleep, a little slumber, a little folding of the hands to rest.

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