I look upon death to be as necessary to our constitution as sleep. We shall rise refreshed in the morning.

After life's fitful fever he sleeps well. Treason has done his worst. Nor steel nor poison, malice domestic, foreign levy, nothing can touch him further.

It is hard to have patience with people who say ''There is no death'' or ''Death doesn't matter.'' There is death. And whatever is matters. And whatever happens has consequences, and it and they are irrevocable and irreversible. You might as well say that birth doesn't matter.

Like pilgrims to the appointed place we tend; The world's an inn, and death the journey's end.

Most people would rather die than think: many do.

Ignore death up to the last moment; then, when it can't be ignored any longer, have yourself squirted full of morphia and shuffle off in a coma. Thoroughly sensible, humane and scientific, eh?

Dying is a wild night and a new road.

But I will be a bridegroom in my death, and run into a lover's bed.

Death is a commingling of eternity with time; in the death of a good man, eternity is seen looking through time.

All human things are subject to decay, and when fate summons, monarchs must obey.