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

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.

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.

O sleepers! what a thing is slumber! Sleep resembles death. Ah, why then dost thou not work in such wise as that after death thou mayst retain a resemblance to perfect life, when, during life, thou art in sleep so like to the hapless dead?

I think death is the most wonderful invention of life. It purges the system of these old models that are obsolete.