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

When I was very young I was sort of floored by the fact that my mother and my father and everyone I knew was going to die one day, and myself too. I had a sort of a philosophical crisis. I couldn’t believe that we were mortal.

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.

If you look back at the history of the twentieth century, Germany alone had practically destroyed Russia several times.

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

As long as your body is healthy and under control and death is distant, try to save your soul; when death is immanent what can you do?

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

It is often said that before you die your life passes before your eyes. It is in fact true. It’s called living.

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.

Civilisations have been destroyed many times, and this civilisation is no different. It can be destroyed. We can think of time in terms of millions of years and life will resume little by little. The cosmos operates for us very urgently, but geological time is different.

One always dies too soon or too late. And yet, life is there, finished: the line is drawn, and it must all be added up. You are nothing other than your life.

Whether you like it or not, you’re forced to come to the realisation that death is out there. But I don’t fear death, I’m a fatalist. I believe when it’s your time, that’s it. It’s the hand you’re dealt.

The fear of death is the most unjustified of all fears, for there’s no risk of accident for someone who’s dead.

Capitalism has destroyed our belief in any effective power but that of self interest backed by force.

It seems to me that if you or I must choose between two courses of thought or action, we should remember our dying and try so to live that our death brings no pleasure on the world.

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

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

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

Each life makes its own immitation of immortality.

Millions of people die every day. Everyone’s got to go sometime. I’ve came by this particular tumor honestly. If you smoke, which I did for many years very heavily with occasional interruption, and if you use alcohol, you make yourself a candidate for it in your sixties.

I’ve got all the money I’ll ever need, if I die by four o’clock.

At what point then is the approach of danger to be expected? I answer, if it ever reach us, it must spring up amongst us. It cannot come from abroad. If destruction be our lot, we must ourselves be its author and finisher. As a nation of freemen, we must live through all time, or die by suicide.

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.

We’re all going to die, all of us; what a circus! That alone should make us love each other, but it doesn’t. We are terrorized and flattened by trivialities. We are eaten up by nothing.

Don’t look forward to the day you stop suffering, because when it comes you’ll know you’re dead.

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

Confront a corpse at least once. The absolute absence of life is the most disturbing and challenging confrontation you will ever have.

Some day science may have the existence of mankind in power, and the human race can commit suicide by blowing up the world.

I think that a man should not live beyond the age when he begins to deteriorate, when the flame that lighted the brightest moment of his life has weakened.

This is a wonderful planet, and it is being completely destroyed by people who have too much money and power and no empathy.

At first when I heard about climate change, I was a climate denier. I didn’t think it was happening. Because if there really was an existential crisis like that, that would threaten our civilisation, we wouldn’t be focusing on anything else. That would be our first priority. So I didn’t understand how that added up.

From the middle of life onward, only he remains vitally alive who is ready to die with life.

Herb is the healing of a nation, alcohol is the destruction.

If anyone thinks they’d rather be in a different part of history, they’re probably not a very good student of history. Life sucked in the old days. People knew very little, and you were likely to die at a young age of some horrible disease. You’d probably have no teeth by now. It would be particularly awful if you were a woman.

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.

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

Sooner or later, I hate to break it to you, you’re gonna die, so how do you fill in the space between here and there? It’s yours. Seize your space.

It’s not catastrophes, murders, deaths, diseases, that age and kill us; it’s the way people look and laugh, and run up the steps of omnibuses.

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

Even today we raise our hand against our brother… We have perfected our weapons, our conscience has fallen asleep, and we have sharpened our ideas to justify ourselves as if it were normal we continue to sow destruction, pain, death. Violence and war lead only to death.

Mortality is very different when you’re 20 to when you’re 50.

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

Dying is a wild night and a new road.

In a real dark night of the soul, it is always three o’clock in the morning, day after day.

As flies to wanton boys, are we to the gods; they kill us for their sport.

As a well-spent day brings happy sleep, so a life well spent brings happy death.

I am prepared to meet my Maker. Whether my Maker is prepared for the great ordeal of meeting me is another matter.

Despise not death, but welcome it, for nature wills it like all else.

Hence it comes about that all armed Prophets have been victorious, and all unarmed Prophets have been destroyed.

My only fear is that I may live too long. This would be a subject of dread to me.

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

There are more people dying of malaria than any specific cancer.

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

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.

John Dalton’s records, carefully preserved for a century, were destroyed during the World War II bombing of Manchester. It is not only the living who are killed in war.

Many people would sooner die than think; in fact, they do so.

I don’t pick up toys. I crush them.

Alas, I am dying beyond my means.

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

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

Disease generally begins that equality which death completes.