What the caterpillar calls the end of the world, the master calls
a butterfly.

What the caterpillar calls the end of the world, the master calls
a butterfly.

Life is pleasant. Death is peaceful. It's the transition that's
troublesome.

Life is pleasant. Death is peaceful. It's the transition that's
troublesome.

It is never death because they live in your heart foever.

It is never death because they live in your heart foever.

A single death is a tragedy; a million deaths is a statistic.

A single death is a tragedy; a million deaths is a statistic.

If there were dreams to sell, what would you buy?

If there were dreams to sell, what would you buy?

I don\'t believe in death, neither in flesh nor in spirit.

I don\'t believe in death, neither in flesh nor in spirit.

To die proudly when it is no longer possible to live proudly. Death of one's own free choice, death at read more

To die proudly when it is no longer possible to live proudly. Death of one's own free choice, death at the proper time, with a clear head and with joyfulness, consummated in the midst of children and witnesses: so that an actual leave-taking is possible while he who is leaving is still there.

When I die, I want to go peacefully like my grandfather did–in his sleep. Not yelling and screaming like the read more

When I die, I want to go peacefully like my grandfather did–in his sleep. Not yelling and screaming like the passengers in his car.

All say, 'How hard it is that we have to die' - a strange complaint to come from the mouths read more

All say, 'How hard it is that we have to die' - a strange complaint to come from the mouths of people who have had to live.