It is not my design to drink or sleep; my design is to make what haste I can to be gone.

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.

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. 

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

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

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

I think it makes small difference to the dead if they are buried in the tokens of luxury. All this is an empty glorification left for those who live.

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.

Can we not live without pleasure, who cannot but with pleasure die?

The play is the tragedy “Man,” And its hero the conqueror worm.

Is this dying? Is this all? Is this all that I feared when I prayed against a hard death? Oh, I can bear this! I can bear it!

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