The fear of death often proves mortal, and sets people on methods to save their Lives, which infallibly destroy them.

Death to me means nothing as long as I can die fast.

If we had a keen vision of all that is ordinary in human life, it would be like hearing the grass grow or the squirrel’s heart beat, and we should die of that roar which is the other side of silence.

Must not all things at the last be swallowed up in death?

Death is a fearful thing.

Fear of death increases in exact proportion to increase in wealth.

You’re born. You suffer. You die. Fortunately, there’s a loophole.

If you go on with this nuclear arms race, all you are going to do is make the rubble bounce.

Colleges are like old-age homes, except for the fact that more people die in colleges.

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.

Life is so, so short. Bible says it’s like a vapor.

Why are our days numbered and not, say, lettered?

It is possible to provide security against other ills, but as far as death is concerned, we men live in a city without walls.

I’ve reached the point where I hardly care whether I live or die. The world will keep on turning without me, and I can’t do anything to change events anyway.

The essential act of war is destruction, not necessarily of human lives, but of the products of human labor.

Only on the edge of the grave can man conclude anything.

Millions of people die every day. Everyone’s got to go sometime.

When anyone has the power to destroy the whole human race in a matter of hours, it becomes a moral issue. The church must speak out.

Our most basic common link is that we all inhabit this planet. We all breathe the same air. We all cherish our children’s future. And we are all mortal.

Surrealism is destructive, but it destroys only what it considers to be shackles limiting our vision.

Death is the wish of some, the relief of many, and the end of all.

Shrinking away from death is something unhealthy and abnormal which robs the second half of life of its purpose.

Between us and heaven or hell there is only life, which is the frailest thing in the world.

It matters not how a man dies, but how he lives. The act of dying is not of importance, it lasts so short a time.

Death obsesses me, yes it does. I can’t really understand why it doesn’t obsess everyone – I think it does really, I’m just a little more out about it.

As a single withered tree, if set aflame, causes a whole forest to burn, so does a rascal son destroy a whole family.

Can a mortal ask questions which God finds unanswerable? Quite easily, I should think. All nonsense questions are unanswerable.

Without health life is not life; it is only a state of langour and suffering – an image of death.

My gold, my money couldn’t stop cancer from appearing on my body. If they can’t save me, then I don’t need them.

Dying is one of the few things that can be done as easily lying down.

Wars based on principle are far more destructive… the attacker will not destroy that which he is after.

I am 55 years old now. It takes three years to write one book. I don’t know how many books I will be able to write before I die. It is like a countdown. So with each book I am praying – please let me live until I am finished.

How young can you die of old age?

I don’t expect to live forever, but I do intend to hang on as long as possible.

Alas, I am dying beyond my means.

No one can outrun death. It will catch up to all of us eventually.

In the brute physical world, and the one encompassed by medicine, there are all too many things that could kill you, don’t kill you, and then leave you considerably weaker.

Previous generations understood about death, and undoubtedly would have seen a reasonable amount of death. Once you get into the Victorian era, you might well have seen the funerals of many of your siblings before you were very old.

There’s something about death that is comforting. The thought that you could die tomorrow frees you to appreciate your life now.

When we talk about mortality, we are talking about our children.

Life is tragic simply because the earth turns and the sun inexorably rises and sets, and one day, for each of us, the sun will go down for the last, last time.

Man the individual consoles himself for his passing with the thought of the offspring or the works which he leaves behind.

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.

It’s not morbid to talk about death. Most people don’t worry about death, they worry about a bad death.

I look upon death to be as necessary to our constitution as sleep. We shall rise refreshed in the morning.

My personal telephone book is a book of the dead now. I’m so old. Almost all of my friends have died, and I don’t have the guts to take their names out of the book.

The long time to come when I shall not exist has more effect on me than this short present time, which nevertheless seems endless.

To destroy is always the first step in any creation.

Remembering that I’ll be dead soon is the most important tool I’ve ever encountered to help me make the big choices in life. Because almost everything – all external expectations, all pride, all fear of embarrassment or failure – these things just fall away in the face of death, leaving only what is truly important.

Death is just life’s next big adventure.

Sometimes I think it would be easier to avoid old age, to die young, but then you’d never complete your life, would you? You’d never wholly know you.

If I make music and people hate it, you know, whatever. I’ll die someday, and one day, they will too.

The last act is bloody, however pleasant all the rest of the play is: a little earth is thrown at last upon our head, and that is the end forever.

War is a way of shattering to pieces… materials which might otherwise be used to make the masses too comfortable and… too intelligent.

Hatred, which could destroy so much, never failed to destroy the man who hated, and this was an immutable law.

On the plus side, death is one of the few things that can be done as easily lying down .

Death is one moment, and life is so many of them.

I joyfully hasten to meet death. If it come before I have had opportunity to develop all my artistic faculties, it will come, my hard fate notwithstanding, too soon, and I should probably wish it later – yet even then I shall be happy, for will it not deliver me from a state of endless suffering?

I think when you see an aircraft fire, these angry, black puffs of smoke, knowing that one of them could kill you that you – you – you understand the seriousness of the mission. And you understand your own mortality.

Suppose that we are wise enough to learn and know – and yet not wise enough to control our learning and knowledge, so that we use it to destroy ourselves? Even if that is so, knowledge remains better than ignorance.

We all gonna die eventually from something or other, but don’t be a wimp. Put up a good fight.