The timing of death, like the ending of a story, gives a changed meaning to what preceded it.

Of all the gods only death does not desire gifts.

'Tis very certain the desire of life prolongs it.

Time rushes towards us with its hospital tray of infinitely varied narcotics, even while it is preparing us for its inevitably fatal operation.

Love and death are the two great hinges on which all human sympathies turn.

Everything that gets born dies.

Some men are alive simply because it is against the law to kill them.

The idea is to die young as late as possible.

Death is the last enemy: once we've got past that I think everything will be alright.

I shall not die of a cold. I shall die of having lived.