Death keeps no calendar.

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

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.

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.

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

Men have written in the most convincing manner to prove that death is no evil, and this opinion has been confirmed on a thousand celebrated occasions by the weakest of men as well as by heroes. Even so I doubt whether any sensible person has ever believed it, and the trouble men take to convince others as well as themselves that they do shows clearly that it is no easy undertaking. 

Nobody, sir, dies willingly.

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

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

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

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

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.