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

Life, like a child, laughs, shaking its rattle of death as it runs.

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

Just when the question of how to live had become clearer to him, a new insoluble problem presented itself - Death.

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

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?