A free man thinks of nothing less than of death, and his wisdom is a meditation, not on death, but on life.
Each day is a little life: every waking and rising a little birth, every fresh morning a little youth, every going to rest and sleep a little death.
Death does not concern us, because as long as we exist, death is not here. And when it does come, we no longer exist.
The reports of my death have been greatly exaggerated.
As a well-spent day brings happy sleep, so life well used brings happy death.
While love may overcome death, it happens that a small, mean habit can overcome love.
He who has but a moment to live, Has no longer anything to dissemble.
Sleep and Death are twin brothers.
Neither the sun nor death can be looked at without winking.
Death is not an event in life: we do not live to experience death. If we take eternity to mean not infinite temporal duration but timelessness, then eternal life belongs to those who live in the present.
After your death you will be what you were before your birth.
Passing through nature to eternity.
Death is the unknown in which all of us lived before birth.
A man's dying is more the survivors' affair than his own.
After the writer’s death, reading his journal is like receiving a long letter.
The knowledge of death, and of its terrors, is one of the first acquisitions made by man, in consequence of his deviating from the animal state.
I have a piece of great and sad news to tell you: I am dead.
Every moment of life is a step towards death.
The day of my birth, my death began its walk. It is walking toward me, without hurrying.
Everything tends to make us believe that there exists a certain point of the mind at which life and death, the real and the imagined, past and future, the communicable and the incommunicable, high and low, cease to be perceived as contradictions.
One cannot judge a life by any less true measure than death.
It is old age, rather than death, that is to be contrasted with life. Old age is life's parody, whereas death transforms life into a destiny: in a way it preserves it by giving it the absolute dimension. Death does away with time.
Every creature is better alive than dead, men and moose and pine trees, and he who understands it aright will rather preserve its life than destroy it.
Few people know death, we only endure it, usually from determination, and even from stupidity and custom; and most men only die because they know not how to prevent dying.
Men fear death as children fear to go in the dark and as that natural fear in children is increased by tales, so is the other.
Death is really a great blessing for humanity, without it there could be no real progress. People who lived for ever would not only hamper and discourage the young, but they would themselves lack sufficient stimulus to be creative.
Death is not the worst that can happen to men.
The fear of death is the most unjustified of all fears, for there's no risk of accident for someone who's dead.
There are, as is known, insects that die in the moment of fertilization. So it is with all joy: life's highest, most splendid moment of enjoyment is accompanied by death.
Death never takes the wise man by surprise, he is always ready to go.
