In time the world will cool and everything will die, but that is a long time off. The present is not less valuable because the future will be blank.
Fear of death was the first thing on earth to make the gods.
To live in fear of death is many times to die.
Often for fear of death men are seized by a hatred of life, forgetting that this fear is the fountain of all care.
There is nothing after death, and death itself is nothing.
What shall I fear, if after death I am destined to be not unhappy.
Thus that which is the most awful of evils, death is nothing to us, since when we exist there is no death, and when there is death we do not exist.
To mourn for the time when one will be no more is just as absurd as it would be to mourn over the time as yet one was not.
The wise man looks at death with honesty, dignity, and calm, recognizing that the tragedy it brings is inherent in the great girt of life.
Every man desires to live long, but no man wishes to be old.
When it happens, nothing is more of a surprise to a person than old age.
Little soul, wandering, gentle guest and companion of the body, into what places will you now go, pale, stiff, and naked, no longer sporting as you did!
This is the way the world ends, not with a bang but a whimper.
Death is the cessation of the impressions through the senses, of the tyranny of the passions, the errors of the mind, and the servitude of the body.
Old age is to be more feared than death.
Old age, to the unlearned, is winter; to the learned, it is harvest time.
The years of old age are indeed the formative years, rich in possibilities to unlearn the follies of a lifetime, to see through inbred self-deceptions, to deepen understanding and compassion, to widen the horizon of honesty, to refine the sense of fairness.
The soul-stirring images of death is no bug-bear to the sage, and is looked on without despair by the pious. It teaches the former to live, and it strengthens the hopes of the latter in salvation in the midst of distress. Death is new life to both.
There is no sure cure for birth and death save to enjoy the interval.
The best way not to die too soon is to cultivate the duties of life and the scorn of death.
We are all in a race for dear life: that is to say, we are fugitives from death.
Do not seek death. Death will find you.
All have broken or lost the sense of those vital values which bind men to one another, the world, and history. In this sense we may say the suicide is dead long before he kills himself.
This is the reason we cannot complain of life: it keeps no one against his will.
Go and try to disprove death. Death will disprove you.
Death hangs over you. While you still live, while you may, do good.
The awareness of dying for something great and noble strips death of its absurd character, not only for those who die, but those who survive.
When a man dies, they who survive him ask what property he has left behind: The angel who bends over the dying man asks what good deed he has sent before him.
The great tragedy of life is not that men perish, but that they cease to love.
Though lovers be lost love shall not, and death shall have no dominion.
Only the dead never change their opinions.
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