Our life is made by the death of others.

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

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?

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

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 is close enough at hand so we do not need to be afraid of life.