Who knows if to live is to be dead, and to be dead, to live? And we really, it may be, are dead; in fact I once heard sages say that we are now dead, and the body is our tomb.

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.

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

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

Life and death are too resolute, too implacable to be accidental.