If a parricide is more wicked than anyone who commits homicide—because he kills not merely a man but a near relative—without doubt worse still is he who kills himself, because there is none nearer to a man than himself. 

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

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

Death keeps no calendar.

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.

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.

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

Nobody, sir, dies willingly.

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 was born without knowing why, I have lived without knowing why, and I am dying without either knowing why or how.

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.

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.