If some persons died, and others did not die, death would be a terrible affliction.

The passion of hatred is so long lived and so obstinate a malady that the surest sign of death in a sick person is their desire for reconciliation.

There are only three events in a man's life birth, life, and death he is not conscious of being born, he dies in pain, and he forgets to live.

Old age, calm, expanded, broad with the haughty breadth of the universe, old age flowing free with the delicious near-by freedom of death.

Everything one does in life, even love, occurs in an express train racing toward death. To smoke opium is to get out of the train while it is still moving. It is to concern oneself with something other than life or death.

People praise virtue, but they hate it, they run away from it. It freezes you to death, and in this world you've got to keep your feet warm.

Families survive, one way or another. You have a tie, a connection that exists long after death, through many lifetimes.

See, I have set before you this day life and good, death and evil... I have set before you life and death, blessing and curse therefore choose life.

Death in itself is nothing but we fear to be we know not what, we know not where.

For those who live neither with religious consolations about death nor with a sense of death (or of anything else) as natural, death is the obscene mystery, the ultimate affront, the thing that cannot be controlled. It can only be denied.