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?

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.

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

Let life be beautiful like summer flowers and death like autumn leaves.

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