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 and genitals are things that frighten people, and when people are frightened, they develop means of concealment and aggression. It is common sense.

The state comes into existence for the sake of life and continues to exist for the sake of good life.

Home life is no more natural to us than a cage is natural to a cockatoo.

To some extent I liken slavery to death.

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.

The world is put back by the death of every one who has to sacrifice the development of his or her peculiar gifts to conventionality.

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

In India we only read about death, sickness, terrorism, crime.

Whether for life or death, do your own work well.

One should die proudly when it is no longer possible to live proudly.

You’re going to die. You’re going to be dead. It could be 20 years, it could be tomorrow, anytime. So am I. I mean, we’re just going to be gone. The world’s going to go on without us. All right now. You do your job in the face of that, and how seriously you take yourself you decide for yourself.

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.

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.

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

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

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

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 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.

Those who do not know how to live must make a merit of dying.

The outer passes away; the innermost is the same yesterday, today, and forever.

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

As men are not able to fight against death, misery, ignorance, they have taken it into their heads, in order to be happy, not to think of them at all.

The loss of life will be irreplaceable.

Death does not concern us, because as long as we exist, death is not here. And when it does come, we no longer exist.

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

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.

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.

That we must all die, we always knew; I wish I had remembered it sooner.

I am become death, the destroyer of worlds.

Death is just life’s next big adventure.

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.

When Clark Gable died, I cried for 2 days straight. I couldn’t eat or sleep.

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.

It is really very important while you are young to live in an environment in which there is no fear. Most of us, as we grow older, become frightened; we are afraid of living, afraid of losing a job, afraid of tradition, afraid of what the neighbours, or what the wife or husband would say, afraid of death.

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

Every actual State is corrupt. Good men must not obey laws too well.

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.

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

One who does not know when to die, does not know how to live.

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

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

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

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

I were better to be eaten to death with a rust than to be scoured to nothing with perpetual motion.

Over the centuries, mankind has tried many ways of combating the forces of evil… prayer, fasting, good works and so on. Up until Doom, no one seemed to have thought about the double-barrel shotgun. Eat leaden death, demon.

Guilt is perhaps the most painful companion of death.

When death, the great reconciler, has come, it is never our tenderness that we repent of, but our severity.

Criticism may not be agreeable, but it is necessary. It fulfils the same function as pain in the human body. It calls attention to an unhealthy state of things.

It is natural to die as to be born.

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

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.

Freedom is a man’s natural power of doing what he pleases, so far as he is not prevented by force or law.

I believe everyone should have a good death. You know, with your grandchildren around you, a bit of sobbing. Because after all, tears are appropriate on a death bed. And you say goodbye to your loved ones, making certain that one of them has been left behind to look after the shop.

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

Sleep is the interest we have to pay on the capital which is called in at death; and the higher the rate of interest and the more regularly it is paid, the further the date of redemption is postponed.

The death of Abdel Nasser on September 28, 1970, was an irreversible setback for Egypt.

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

It is vain for the coward to flee; death follows close behind; it is only by defying it that the brave escape.

It destroys one’s nerves to be amiable every day to the same human being.

Death is no more than passing from one room into another. But there’s a difference for me, you know. Because in that other room I shall be able to see.