While I thought that I was learning how to live, I have been learning how to die.

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

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

Take care to sell your horse before he dies. The art of life is passing losses on.

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?

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.