I meant, said Ipslore bitterly, what is there in this world that truly makes living worth while? Death thought about read more

I meant, said Ipslore bitterly, what is there in this world that truly makes living worth while? Death thought about it, Cats, he said eventually, Cats are Nice.

I'm not afraid of death; but dying scares the hell out of me.

I'm not afraid of death; but dying scares the hell out of me.

Be ashamed to die until you have won some victory for humanity.

Be ashamed to die until you have won some victory for humanity.

The effect of having other interests beyond those domestic works well. The more one does and sees and feels, the read more

The effect of having other interests beyond those domestic works well. The more one does and sees and feels, the more one is able to do, and the more genuine may be one's appreciation of fundamental things like home, and love, and understanding companionship.

I have wrestled with death. It is the most unexciting contest you can imagine. It takes place in an impalpable read more

I have wrestled with death. It is the most unexciting contest you can imagine. It takes place in an impalpable grayness, with nothing underfoot, with nothing around, without spectators, without clamor, without glory, without the great desire of victory, without the great fear of defeat.

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?

The bitterest tears shed over graves are for words left unsaid
and deeds left undone.

The bitterest tears shed over graves are for words left unsaid
and deeds left undone.

Death is the broom I take in my hands to sweep the world clean.

Death is the broom I take in my hands to sweep the world clean.

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.