As a well-spent day brings happy sleep, so a life well spent brings happy death.

Death. The certain prospect of death could sweeten every life with a precious and fragrant drop of levity-and now you strange apothecary souls have turned it into an ill-tasting drop of poison that makes the whole of life repulsive.

Let us beware of saying that death is the opposite of life. The living being is only a species of the dead, and a very rare species.

Death and life have their determined appointments; riches and honors depend upon heaven.

Our life is made by the death of others.

Just as a well-filled day brings blessed sleep, so a well-employed life brings a blessed death.