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

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

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

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.

I imagined it was more difficult to die. 

Drive your cart and your plow over the bones of the dead.

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.

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

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.

The dead are often just as living to us as the living are, only we cannot get them to believe it. They can come to us, but till we die we cannot go to them. To be dead is to be unable to understand that one is alive. 

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

There never is absolute birth nor complete death, in the strict sense, consisting in the separation of the soul from the body. What we call births are developments and growths, while what we call deaths are envelopments and diminutions.