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

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

Our life is made by the death of others.

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.

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