Death is not natural for a state as it is for a human being, for whom death is not only necessary, but frequently even desirable.

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

He was a great patriot, a humanitarian, a loyal friend; provided, of course, he really is dead.

It is necessary for him who lays out a state and arranges laws for it to presuppose that all men are evil and that they are always going to act according to the wickedness of their spirits whenever they have free scope.

The rulers of the state are the only persons who ought to have the privilege of lying, either at home or abroad; they may be allowed to lie for the good of the state.

He does it with better grace, but I do it more natural.

I’ve looked that old scoundrel death in the eye many times but this time I think he has me on the ropes.

The more you live in the present moment, the more the fear of death disappears.

The indestructible is one: it is each individual human being and, at the same time, it is common to all, hence the incomparably indivisible union that exists between human beings.

To some extent I liken slavery to death.

Football (soccer) is a matter of life and death, except more important.

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

The foundation of every state is the education of its youth.

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.

We can come to look upon the deaths of our enemies with as much regret as we feel for those of our friends, namely, when we miss their existence as witnesses to our success.

Excess of liberty, whether it lies in state or individuals, seems only to pass into excess of slavery.

Our words will either bring life and victory or death and destruction. If we want to be happy, we have to be serious about speaking words of life that line up with God’s Word.

I’m not afraid of death, but I’m in no hurry to die. I have so much I want to do first.

Once writing has become your major vice and greatest pleasure, only death can stop it.

It is not only the living who are killed in war.

If we lose love and self respect for each other, this is how we finally die.

Men are convinced of your arguments, your sincerity, and the seriousness of your efforts only by your death.

It is not death or pain that is to be dreaded, but the fear of pain or death.

There will be no lasting peace either in the heart of individuals or in social customs until death is outlawed.

It’s possible to love a human being if you don’t know them too well.

As a medical doctor, I have known the face of adversity. I have seen much of death and dying, suffering and sorrow. I also remember the plight of students overwhelmed by their studies and of those striving to learn a foreign language. And I recall the fatigue and frustration felt by young parents with children in need.

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

Homeland or death! Socialism or death! We shall overcome!

Mendacity is a system that we live in. Liquor is one way out an death’s the other.

As far as I’m concerned, I’m a writer who’s writing books, and therefore, I don’t want to die. You’d miss the end of the book wouldn’t you? You can’t die with an unfinished book.

No one wants to die. Even people who want to go to heaven don’t want to die to get there. And yet death is the destination we all share. No one has ever escaped it. And that is as it should be, because Death is very likely the single best invention of Life. It is Life’s change agent. It clears out the old to make way for the new.

Only those are fit to live who are not afraid to die.

The number, the industry, and the morality of the priesthood, and the devotion of the people have been manifestly increased by the total separation of the church from the state.

Men are never really willing to die except for the sake of freedom: therefore they do not believe in dying completely.

Life does not cease to be funny when people die any more than it ceases to be serious when people laugh.

I don’t want to achieve immortality through my work. I want to achieve it through not dying.

What we live by we die by.

My musical taste and image is going to change naturally. It’s not forced; I do what comes natural to me. Sometimes, I like to be dark… other times, I like to be really light and ladylike.

How happy had it been for me had I been slain in the battle. It had been far more noble to have died the victim of the enemy than fall a sacrifice to the rage of my friends.

While I understand the passions and the anger that arise over the death of Michael Brown, giving into that anger by looting or carrying guns, and even attacking the police, only serves to raise tensions and stir chaos.

Prepare for death, if here at night you roam, and sign your will before you sup from home.

I’m spending a year dead for tax reasons.

If I died tomorrow, I would be a happy girl.

While I thought that I was learning how to live, I have been learning how to die.

I am not made for politics because I am incapable of wanting or accepting the death of the adversary.

When police or prosecutors conceal significant exculpatory or impeaching material, we hold, it is ordinarily incumbent on the state to set the record straight.

What constitutes a real, live human being is more of a mystery than ever these days, and men each one of whom is a valuable, unique experiment on the part of nature are shot down wholesale.

But behavior in the human being is sometimes a defense, a way of concealing motives and thoughts, as language can be a way of hiding your thoughts and preventing communication.

Prejudice of any kind implies that you are identified with the thinking mind. It means you don’t see the other human being anymore, but only your own concept of that human being. To reduce the aliveness of another human being to a concept is already a form of violence.

A useless life is an early death.

Everybody loves you when you’re six foot in the ground.

Except for the young or very happy, I can’t say I am sorry for anyone who dies.

Every parting gives a foretaste of death, every reunion a hint of the resurrection.

It always seems to me so odd that when a man dies, he takes out with him all the knowledge that he has got in his lifetime whilst sowing his wild oats or winning successes. And he leaves his sons or younger brothers to go through all the work of learning it over again from their own experience.

You either get tired fighting for peace, or you die.

And now, of course this is another thing I didn’t count on, that now as the governor of the state of California, I am selling California worldwide. You see that? Selling.

I dislike the concept of ‚chic‘ being the highest compliment for a human being. I’d rather someone be nice than to be chic.

My father had died, and very swiftly, too, of cancer of the esophagus. He was 79. I am 61. In whatever kind of a ‚race‘ life may be, I have very abruptly become a finalist.

Alas, I am dying beyond my means.

One has to pay dearly for immortality; one has to die several times while one is still alive.

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