I shall live here in the rains, there in winter, elsewhere in summer, muses the fool, not aware of the nearness of death.

I mean, whatever kills you kills you, and your death is authentic no matter how you die.

Our life is made by the death of others.

Our bodies are perishable, wealth is not at all permanent and death is always nearby. Therefore we must immediately engage in acts of merit.

The wise man seeks death all his life, and for this reason death is not terrifying to him.

I don't have no fear of death. My only fear is coming back reincarnated.