I'm working myself to death.

At the New York Athletic Club they serve amazing food. People go there, get healthy, and then eat themselves to death - which is, I suppose, the right way to do it.

Property is unstable, and youth perishes in a moment. Life itself is held in the grinning fangs of Death, Yet men delay to obtain release from the world. Alas, the conduct of mankind is surprising.

Well, there's a remedy for all things but death, which will be sure to lay us flat one time or other.

Old age is always wakeful as if, the longer linked with life, the less man has to do with aught that looks like death.

Life and death. They are somehow sweetly and beautifully mixed, but I don't know how.

Doing linear scans over an associative array is like trying to club someone to death with a loaded Uzi.

I'm sick to death of famous people standing up and using their celebrity to promote a cause. If I see a particular need, I do try to help. But there's a lot that can be achieved by putting a check in the right place and shutting up about it.

Life is a predicament which precedes death.

Death is the easiest of all things after it, and the hardest of all things before it.