To be, or not to be, that is the question.

Take care to sell your horse before he dies. The art of life is passing losses on.

I want to go when I want. It is tasteless to prolong life artificially. I have done my share; it is time to go. I will do it elegantly.

Death belongs to life as birth does The walk is in the raising of the foot as in the laying of it down.

Life, like a child, laughs, shaking its rattle of death as it runs.

Let the dead have the immortality of fame, but the living the immortality of love.