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

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

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

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

Without health life is not life; it is only a state of langour and suffering - an image of death.

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