Curse ruthless time! Curse our mortality. How cruelly short is the allotted span for all we must cram into it!

Death offers mankind a full view of truth.

Who knows if to live is to be dead, and to be dead, to live? And we really, it may be, are dead; in fact I once heard sages say that we are now dead, and the body is our tomb.

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

If I make music and people hate it, you know, whatever. I'll die someday, and one day, they will too.

Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player, that struts and frets his hour upon the stage, and then is heard no more; it is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.