Just as a well-filled day brings blessed sleep, so a well-employed life brings a blessed death.

O sleepers! what a thing is slumber! Sleep resembles death. Ah, why then dost thou not work in such wise as that after death thou mayst retain a resemblance to perfect life, when, during life, thou art in sleep so like to the hapless dead?

Let us beware of saying that death is the opposite of life. The living being is only a species of the dead, and a very rare species.

Our life is made by the death of others.

As a well-spent day brings happy sleep, so a life well spent brings happy death.

Death. The certain prospect of death could sweeten every life with a precious and fragrant drop of levity-and now you strange apothecary souls have turned it into an ill-tasting drop of poison that makes the whole of life repulsive.