Death is a shadow that always follows the body.

Alas, I am dying beyond my means.

There is no cure for birth and death save to enjoy the interval. The dark background which death supplies brings out the tender colors of life in all their purity.

I want to be all used up when I die.

We never become really and genuinely our entire and honest selves until we are dead -- and not then until we have been dead years and years. People ought to start dead and then they would be honest so much earlier.

I stay a little longer, as one stays, to cover up the embers that still burn.

I will be conquered; I will not capitulate.

But life is sweet, though all that makes it sweet. Lessen like sound of friends departing feet; And death is beautiful as feet of friend. Coming with welcome at our journey's end.

Those to whom we say farewell, are welcomed by others.

Once the game is over, the king and the pawn go back into the same box.