Life is a short race; on your mark, get set — die!
We can cheat death with a just life.
If life weren’t so scary, death wouldn’t make us so afraid.
Always one step ahead of the grim reaper is the exultant sower.
We cannot knock on heaven’s door; we can only call out respectfully from the approach.
The final lesson we teach our family is how to die.
We prepare for death by going to sleep each night.
Death is a gate that swings open on life.
Scared to death is rare; afraid to live is epidemic.
To weep bitterly over the loss of one and remain unmoved by the loss of millions — such is the colossal smallness of our empathetic reach.
Of all the forces of the earth, death is the most vanquished; every time anything dies after having reproduced itself, death loses again.