Whatever is weak, avoid! It is death. If it is strength, go down into hell and get hold of it!

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

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

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

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.