Without knowledge, life is not more than the shadow of death.
Hell, covering all with its gloomy vapors, has cast shadows on even the holiest eyes.
Fear of death increases in exact proportion to increase in wealth.
Death is a commingling of eternity with time; in the death of a good man, eternity is seen looking through time.
Only the idea of death makes a warrior sufficiently detached so that he is capable of abandoning himself to anything. He knows his death is stalking him and won't give him time to cling to anything so he tries, without craving, all of everything.
Cowards die many times before their deaths; the valiant never taste of death but once.
He has not lived badly whose birth and death has been unnoticed by the world.
The reports of my death have been greatly exaggerated.
Mendacity is a system that we live in. Liquor is one way out an death's the other.
Time flies over us, but leaves it shadow behind.
When you are old and gray and full of sleep, and nodding by the fire, take down this book and slowly read, and dream of the soft look your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep.
A friend who is far away is sometimes much nearer than one who is at hand. Is not the mountain far more awe-inspiring and more clearly visible to one passing through the valley than to those who inhabit the mountain?
Ordinary people seem not to realize that those who really apply themselves in the right way to philosophy are directly and of their own accord preparing themselves for dying and death.
I am not for the death penalty and so making this film did not change my point of view. I think it made me more aware of how ineffective it is.
Not even old age knows how to love death.
Should I perchance still feel after my death, I would no longer have any doubt, but I would most certainly give the lie to anyone asserting before me that I was dead.
I am not afraid of death, I just don't want to be there when it happens.
You must not fear death, my lads; defy him, and you drive him into the enemy's ranks.
Don't be afraid of death so much as an inadequate life.
The essence of life is the smile of round female bottoms, under the shadow of cosmic boredom.
A new idea is delicate. It can be killed by a sneer or a yawn; it can be stabbed to death by a quip and worried to death by a frown on the right man's brow.
For children preserve the fame of a man after his death.
Death is the king of this world: 'Tis his park where he breeds life to feed him. Cries of pain are music for his banquet.
My death, taking the light from my eyes, gives back to the day the purity which they soiled.
Madame, all stories, if continued far enough, end in death, and he is no true-story teller who would keep that from you.