Life is better than death, I believe, if only because it is less boring, and because it has fresh peaches in it.
To himself everyone is immortal he may know that he is going to die, but he can never know that he is dead.
Men fear death as children fear to go in the dark and as that natural fear in children is increased by tales, so is the other.
Since the day of my birth, my death began its walk. It is walking toward me, without hurrying.
It is possible to provide security against other ills, but as far as death is concerned, we men live in a city without walls.
The dead cannot cry out for justice. It is a duty of the living to do so for them.
The timing of death, like the ending of a story, gives a changed meaning to what preceded it.
Whenever death may surprise us, let it be welcome if our battle cry has reached even one receptive ear and another hand reaches out to take up our arms.
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.
Ordinary people seem not to realize that those who really apply themselves in the right way to philosophy are directly and of their own accord preparing themselves for dying and death.
Look, I don't want to wax philosophic, but I will say that if you're alive you've got to flap your arms and legs, you've got to jump around a lot, for life is the very opposite of death, and therefore you must at very least think noisy and colorfully, or you're not alive.
There is no lonelier man in death, except the suicide, than that man who has lived many years with a good wife and then outlived her. If two people love each other there can be no happy end to it.
The death of a beautiful woman, is unquestionably the most poetical topic in the world.
Regard your soldiers as your children, and they will follow you into the deepest valleys look on them as your own beloved sons, and they will stand by you even unto death.
I have thought there was some advantage even in death, by which we mingle with the herd of common men.
At a formal dinner party, the person nearest death should always be seated closest to the bathroom.
For centuries the death penalty, often accompanied by barbarous refinements, has been trying to hold crime in check yet crime persists. Why? Because the instincts that are warring in man are not, as the law claims, constant forces in a state of equilibrium.
It is better to risk starving to death then surrender. If you give up on your dreams, what's left?
Men are convinced of your arguments, your sincerity, and the seriousness of your efforts only by your death.
There will one day spring from the brain of science a machine or force so fearful in its potentialities, so absolutely terrifying, that even man, the fighter, who will dare torture and death in order to inflict torture and death, will be appalled, and so abandon war forever.
It is not the end of the physical body that should worry us. Rather, our concern must be to live while we're alive - to release our inner selves from the spiritual death that comes with living behind a facade designed to conform to external definitions of who and what we are.
We get into the habit of living before acquiring the habit of thinking. In that race which daily hastens us towards death, the body maintains its irreparable lead.
Death is not extinguishing the light it is only putting out the lamp because the dawn has come.
There will be no lasting peace either in the heart of individuals or in social customs until death is outlawed.
A belief in hell and the knowledge that every ambition is doomed to frustration at the hands of a skeleton have never prevented the majority of human beings from behaving as though death were no more than an unfounded rumor.
You hear a lot about God these days: God, the beneficent God, the all-great God, the Almighty God, the most powerful God, the giver of life God, the creator of death. I mean, we're hearing about God all the time, so we better learn how to deal with it. But if we know anything about God, God is arbitrary.
Death is not the greatest loss in life. The greatest loss is what dies inside us while we live.
The safest course is to do nothing against one's conscience. With this secret, we can enjoy life and have no fear from death.
Bullfighting is the only art in which the artist is in danger of death and in which the degree of brilliance in the performance is left to the fighter's honor.
We cast away priceless time in dreams, born of imagination, fed upon illusion, and put to death by reality.
As a well-spent day brings happy sleep, so a life well spent brings happy death.