To fear love is to fear life, and those who fear life are already three parts dead.

All say, How hard it is that we have to die -- a strange complaint to come from the mouths of people who have had to live.

One has to pay dearly for immortality; one has to die several times while one is still alive.

Life is a dream walking death is a going home.

It is a sign of a creeping inner death when we no longer can praise the living.

Once can survive everything nowadays, except death.

I am dying beyond my means.

Death gives us sleep, eternal youth, and immortality.

How frighteningly few are the persons whose death would spoil our appetite and make the world seem empty.

That which is so universal as death must be a benefit.