He is not dead, this friend; not dead, Gone some few, trifling steps ahead, And nearer to the end; So that you, too, once past the bend, Shall meet a….
The minister asks, 'What right have you to hope? It is sacrilegious to you.' But, whether the clergy like it or not, I shall always express my real o….
I have seen a thousand graves opened, and always perceived that whatever was gone, the teeth and hair remained of those who had died with them. Is no….
Of course you don't die. Nobody dies. Death doesn't exist. You only reach a new level of vision, a new realm of consciousness, a new unknown world..
All I know is that I must soon die, but what I know least is this very death which I cannot escape..
Before a man dies, hold back and call him not happy but lucky..
You know you're old when the president is younger than you..
When good men die their goodness does not perish..
Death is not the enemy of life, but its friend, for it is the knowledge that our years are limited which makes them so precious. It is the truth that….
Life is rather a state of embryo, a preparation for life; a man is not completely born till he has passed through death..
The fear of death is indeed the pretence of wisdom, and not real wisdom, being the appearance of knowing the unknown..
[In] death at least there would be one profit; it would no longer be necessary to eat, to drink, to pay taxes, or to [offend] others; and as a man li….
If death disappears there will be no mystery in life. That's why a dead thing has no mystery in it, a corpse has no mystery in it, because it cannot ….
Dying visions of angels and Christ and God and heaven are confined to credibly good men. Why do not bad men have such visions? They die of all sorts ….
Some few, and I am one of them, even wish to God, though at the loss of millions of lives, that the North would proclaim a crusade against slavery. I….
Many people die at twenty five and aren't buried until they are seventy five..
We beg one hour of death, that neither she With widow's tears may live to bury me, Nor weeping I, with wither'd arms, may bear My breathless Baucis t….
They tell us that suicide is the greatest piece of cowardice... that suicide is wrong; when it is quite obvious that there is nothing in the world to….
You have a choice. Live or die. Every breath is a choice. Every minute is a choice. To be or not to be..
We are spirits. That bodies should be lent us while they afford us pleasure, assist us in acquiring knowledge or in doing good to our fellow-creature….
Even trees do not die without a groan..