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

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.

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

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

Strength is life, Weakness is death.