An evil life is a kind of death.

Death is less bitter punishment than death's delay.

My life comes down to three moments: the death of my father, meeting my husband, and the birth of my daughter. Everything I did previous to that just doesn't seem to add up to very much.

How strange this fear of death is! We are never frightened at a sunset.

I feel monotony and death to be almost the same.

Whether or not we believe in survival of consciousness after death, reincarnation, and karma, it has very serious implications for our behavior.

A man may devote himself to death and destruction to save a nation but no nation will devote itself to death and destruction to save mankind.

We want our idols to be dead because it makes death a much less scary place.

Not the torturer will scare me, nor the body's final fall, nor the barrels of death's rifles, nor the shadows on the wall, nor the night when to the ground the last dim star of pain, is hurled but the blind indifference of a merciless, unfeeling world.

Only a humanity to whom death has become as indifferent as its members, that has itself died, can inflict it administratively on innumerable people.