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.

Or shall I go out as a light does, not first blown out by the wind, but grown tired and weary of itself - a burnt out light? Or finally, shall I blow myself out, so as not to burn out?

What will I be doing in 20 years time? I'll be dead, darling! Are you crazy?

I don't expect to make old bones, and what's more I don't really care.

Death is at any time blessed but it is twice blessed for a warrior who dies for his cause, that is, truth.