Death and vulgarity are the only two facts in the nineteenth century that one cannot explain away.

In modern war… you will die like a dog for no good reason.

Practical politics consists in ignoring facts.

Death, like birth, is a secret of Nature.

Whenever a high-profile leader dies, people immediately attempt to summarize that person’s life in a sentence. Often, critics and commentators get caught up looking at the leader’s style, or which political or philosophical camp they represented.

Because I could not stop for death, He kindly stopped for me; The carriage held but just ourselves and immortality.

Courage is almost a contradiction in terms. It means a strong desire to live taking the form of readiness to die.

Madame, all stories, if continued far enough, end in death, and he is no true-story teller who would keep that from you.

Death is a fearful thing.

When death comes it is never our tenderness that we repent from, but our severity.

To abandon oneself to principles is really to die – and to die for an impossible love which is the contrary of love.

Life is better than death, I believe, if only because it is less boring, and because it has fresh peaches in it.

The call of death is a call of love. Death can be sweet if we answer it in the affirmative, if we accept it as one of the great eternal forms of life and transformation.

They wrote in the old days that it is sweet and fitting to die for one’s country. But in modern war, there is nothing sweet nor fitting in your dying. You will die like a dog for no good reason.

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.

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

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.

For something to collapse, not all systems have to shut down. In most cases, just one system is enough. For example, the human body is a system of systems. If just one system, such as the cardiovascular system, shuts down, death follows.

Get your facts first, then you can distort them as you please.

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.

The heretic is always better dead. And mortal eyes cannot distinguish the saint from the heretic.

I am a firm believer in the people. If given the truth, they can be depended upon to meet any national crisis. The great point is to bring them the real facts.

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

It is the cause, not the death, that makes the martyr.

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.

Death is a release from the impressions of the senses, and from desires that make us their puppets, and from the vagaries of the mind, and from the hard service of the flesh.

Love, we say, is life; but love without hope and faith is agonizing death.

I have more than once in my time woken up feeling like death.

It is foolish and wrong to mourn the men who died. Rather we should thank God that such men lived.

I sleep people. I put people unconscious. I’m stating facts.

When I die, and people realize that I will not be resurrected in three days, they will forget me. That is the way it should be.

Every man’s life ends the same way. It is only the details of how he lived and how he died that distinguish one man from another.

Man weeps to think that he will die so soon; woman, that she was born so long ago.

Either he’s dead or my watch has stopped.

The true face of smoking is disease, death and horror – not the glamour and sophistication the pushers in the tobacco industry try to portray.

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

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

I don’t believe in death, neither in flesh nor in spirit.

Death is not the worst that can happen to men.

The boundaries which divide Life from Death are at best shadowy and vague. Who shall say where the one ends, and where the other begins?

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.

Which death is preferably to every other? ‚The unexpected‘.

The death of a beautiful woman, is unquestionably the most poetical topic in the world.

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.

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

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

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

I have a theory about the human mind. A brain is a lot like a computer. It will only take so many facts, and then it will go on overload and blow up.

We do not know what love is. We know the symptoms of it, the pleasure, the pain, the fear, the anxiety and so on. We try to solve the symptoms, which becomes a wandering in darkness. We spend our days and nights in this, and it is soon over in death.

Death is acceptable only if it represents the physically necessary passage toward a union, the condition of a metamorphosis.

In every parting there is an image of death.

No evil can happen to a good man, either in life or after death.

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?

The slave is doomed to worship time and fate and death, because they are greater than anything he finds in himself, and because all his thoughts are of things which they devour.

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

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

The truth is I love being alive. And I love feeling free. So if I can’t have those things then I feel like a caged animal and I’d rather not be in a cage. I’d rather be dead. And it’s real simple. And I think it’s not that uncommon.

Last night I stayed up late playing poker with Tarot cards. I got a full house and four people died.

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

Our esteem for facts has not neutralized in us all religiousness. It is itself almost religious. Our scientific temper is devout.

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