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

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

Death belongs to life as birth does The walk is in the raising of the foot as in the laying of it down.

Strength is life, Weakness is death.

I think death is the most wonderful invention of life. It purges the system of these old models that are obsolete.

Life and death are too resolute, too implacable to be accidental.