Two babies were born on the same day at the same hospital. They lay there and looked at each other. read more

Two babies were born on the same day at the same hospital. They lay there and looked at each other. Their familiescame and took them away. Eighty years later, by a bizarre coincidence, they lay in the same hospital, on their deathbeds, next to each other. One of them looked at the other and said,
So. What did you think?.

In this world, man is a target of death, an easy prey to calamities, here every morsel and every draught read more

In this world, man is a target of death, an easy prey to calamities, here every morsel and every draught is liable to choke one, here one never receives a favour until he loses another instead, here every additional day in one's life is a day reduced from the total span of his existence, when death is the natural outcome of life, how can we expect immortality?

Knowledge by suffering entereth, And life is perfected by death.

Knowledge by suffering entereth, And life is perfected by death.

My life is light, waiting for the death wind, Like a feather on the back of my hand.

My life is light, waiting for the death wind, Like a feather on the back of my hand.

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.

The dumber people think you are, the more surprised they're going to be when you kill them.

The dumber people think you are, the more surprised they're going to be when you kill them.

Tears are sometimes an inappropriate response to death. When a life has been lived completely honestly, completely successfully, or just read more

Tears are sometimes an inappropriate response to death. When a life has been lived completely honestly, completely successfully, or just completely, the correct response to death's perfect punctuation mark is a smile.

Death is life's way of telling you you've been fired.

Death is life's way of telling you you've been fired.

You can kill a man but you can't kill an idea.

You can kill a man but you can't kill an idea.