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

A tomb now suffices him for whom the whole world was not sufficient.

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

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.

I see the world being slowly transformed into a wilderness; I hear the approaching thunder that, one day, will destroy us too. I feel the suffering of millions. And yet, when I look up at the sky, I somehow feel that everything will change for the better, that this cruelty too shall end, that peace and tranquility will return once more.

Because I believe in God and have faith in God, it doesn’t mean I am immortal. It doesn’t mean I am immune, as has been claimed. I am as scared as anyone of getting hurt, especially driving a Formula One car.

Tyrants have always some slight shade of virtue; they support the laws before destroying them.

One has children in the expectation of dying before them. In fact, you want to make damn sure you die before them, just as you plant a tree or build a house knowing, hoping that it will outlive you. That’s how the human species has done as well as it has.

Heathenism is a state of mind. You can take it that I’m referring to one who does not see his world. He has no mental light. He destroys almost unwittingly. He cannot feel any Gods presence in his life. He is the 21st century man.

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

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.

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

Men ought either to be indulged or utterly destroyed, for if you merely offend them they take vengeance, but if you injure them greatly they are unable to retaliate, so that the injury done to a man ought to be such that vengeance cannot be feared.

A tragic situation exists precisely when virtue does not triumph but when it is still felt that man is nobler than the forces which destroy him.

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.

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

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

Life levels all men. Death reveals the eminent.

Someone has to die in order that the rest of us should value life more.

The body politic, as well as the human body, begins to die as soon as it is born, and carries itself the causes of its destruction.

To walk through the ruined cities of Germany is to feel an actual doubt about the continuity of civilization.

Knowing that you are going to die is, I suspect, the beginning of wisdom.

Death is just life’s next big adventure.

Every man must do two things alone; he must do his own believing and his own dying.

The same ambition can destroy or save, and make a patriot as it makes a knave.

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?

Nature puts no question and answers none which we mortals ask. She has long ago taken her resolution.

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

Death is a commingling of eternity with time; in the death of a good man, eternity is seen looking through time.

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.

But blind to former as to future fate, what mortal knows his pre-existent state?

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

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

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.

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.

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

I’m not resigned, but I’m realistic too. The statistics in my case are very poor. Not many people come through esophageal cancer and live to talk about it, or not for long. And the other wager is, the part of the wager, it’s a certainty you’ll have a terrible time and you may wish you were dying because it’s an awful process.

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

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

Life is wasted on the living.

It is natural to die as to be born.

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

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.

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.

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.

The level of destruction and terror and violence carried out by the powerful states far exceeds anything that can imaginably can be done by groups that are called terrorists and subnational groups.

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

We don’t get a chance to do that many things, and every one should be really excellent. Because this is our life. Life is brief, and then you die, you know? So this is what we’ve chosen to do with our life.

I do not believe that any man fears to be dead, but only the stroke of death.

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

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

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

A beautiful body perishes, but a work of art dies not.

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

If my survival caused another to perish, then death would be sweeter and more beloved.

How young can you die of old age?

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

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.

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