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

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

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

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.

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

Whoever has died is freed from sin.

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.

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.

Imagine a number of men in chains, all under sentence of death, some of whom are each day butchered in the sight of the others; those remaining see their own condition in that of their fellows and, looking at each other with grief and despair, await their turn. This is an image of the human condition.

The only evidence, so far as I know, about another life is, first, that we have no evidence; and, secondly, that we are rather sorry that we have not, and wish we had.

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

I imagined it was more difficult to die.