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?

Love's over brimming mystery joins death and life. It has filled my cup of pain with joy.

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.

Death and life have their determined appointments; riches and honors depend upon heaven.

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

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