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.

Some die too young, some die too old; the precept sounds strange, but die at the right age.

Spirit is the life that itself cuts into life: with its own torment it increases its own knowledge. Did you already know that?

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

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.

While I thought that I was learning how to live, I have been learning how to die.