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.

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

Our life is made by the death of others.

Death is close enough at hand so we do not need to be afraid of life.

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

Every loss which we incur leaves behind it vexation in the memory, save the greatest loss of all, that is, death, which annihilates the memory, together with life.