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

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 imagined it was more difficult to die. 

We and the dead ride quick at night. 

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

Nobody, sir, dies willingly.

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. 

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

You are dust, and to dust you shall return.

I do not amuse myself by thinking of dead people.

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

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

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.