• Find what you love and let it kill you.

    Death, Indulgence, Love

  • Finality is death.Perfection is finality.Nothing is perfect.There are lumps in it.

    Death, Perfection

  • People don't care all that much about their own death.What they really worry about, their one fixation, is how to avoid physical suffering as much as possible.

    Death, Suffering

  • Every bullet finds a billet.

    Death, Guns, War

  • Death is a long journey and you can't take anything to read on it.


  • Most men who act bravely in war, do so because they dread succumbing to fear more than they dread the risk of being killed.

    Bravery, Death, Fear, Heroism

  • For reasons unknown, your atoms will close you down then silently disassemble and go off to be other things.And that's it for you.

    Death, Life

  • All men are cremated equal.

    Death, Funerals

  • I’m not afraid of dying.I just don’t want to be there when it happens.

    Death, Fear

  • Somebody should tell us, right at the start of our lives, that we are dying.Then we might live life to the limit, every minute of every day.

    Death, Living, Striving

  • We live by encouragement and die without it – slowly, sadly, and angrily.

    Death, Encouragement, Hope

  • The long habit of living ill disposeth us for dying.


  • Remembering that I'll be dead soon is the most important tool I've ever encountered to help me make the big choices in life. Because almost everything - all external expectations, all pride, all fear of embarrassment or failure - these things just fall away in the face of death, leaving only what is truly important.


  • For me dying is a lot like going camping. I don’t want to do it.


  • Put corpse on ice until close of play.
    [W.G. Grace’s Coroner brother to postpone an inquest]


  • The absolute nothingness of death is a blessing. Something to look forward to.


  • I am always angry when I am dying.


  • This is no time for making new enemies.
    [on being asked to renounce the Devil]


  • When they die some people are more missed than grieved over, others cause us grief, but are scarcely missed.


  • Death is what gets poets up in the morning.


  • I refused to attend his funeral, but I wrote a very nice letter explaining that I approved of it.