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

One travels more usefully when alone, because he reflects more.

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.

Too often we… enjoy the comfort of opinion without the discomfort of thought.

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

From the deepest desires often come the deadliest hate.

O love, if I regret the age when one savors you, it is not for the hour of pleasure, but for the one that follows it.

The stroke of death is as a lover’s pinch, which hurts and is desired.

The truth. It is a beautiful and terrible thing, and must therefore be treated with great caution.

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.

The bad fortune of the good turns their faces up to heaven; the good fortune of the bad bows their heads down to the earth.

Death surrenders us totally to God: it makes us enter into him; we must, in return, surrender ourselves to death with absolute love and self-abandonment since, when death comes, all we can do is to surrender ourselves completely to the domination and guidance of God.

No man is rich enough to buy back his past.

The world is a looking glass and gives back to every man the reflection of his own face.

Men of age object too much, consult too long, adventure too little, repent too soon, and seldom drive business home to the full period, but content themselves with a mediocrity of success.

Who looks outside, dreams; who looks inside, awakes.

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

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.

Beauty and folly are old companions.

However many holy words you read, however many you speak, what good will they do you if you do not act on upon them?

Is it not strange that desire should so many years outlive performance?

The only difference between death and taxes is that death doesn’t get worse every time Congress meets.

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

My grandfather was smart and had a whole lot of pride. He didn’t speak a terrible amount, but you could tell there was a ton on his mind – like a quiet acceptance of how life had turned out.

The unjustifiable severity of a parent is loaded with this aggravation, that those whom he injures are always in his sight.

The only source of knowledge is experience.

Many a trip continues long after movement in time and space have ceased.

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

What is government itself but the greatest of all reflections on human nature?

No one can look back on his schooldays and say with truth that they were altogether unhappy.

Life and death are one thread, the same line viewed from different sides.

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

I made my fair share of mistakes.

Experience which was once claimed by the aged is now claimed exclusively by the young.

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

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

The universe is change; our life is what our thoughts make it.

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.

All art is at once surface and symbol. Those who go beneath the surface do so at their peril. Those who read the symbol do so at their peril. It is the spectator, and not life, that art really mirrors. Diversity of opinion about a work of art shows that the work is new, complex and vital.

To see and listen to the wicked is already the beginning of wickedness.

You can’t have it all all at once. Over my lifespan, I think I have had it all, but in given periods in time, things were rough. And if you have a caring life partner, you help the other person when that person needs it.

Time is the only critic without ambition.

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

Our nature consists in motion; complete rest is death.

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

I’ll never, ever be full. I’ll always be hungry. Obviously, I’m not talking about food. Growing up, I had nothing for such a long time. Someone told me a long time ago, and I’ve never forgotten it, ‚Once you’ve ever been hungry, really, really hungry, then you’ll never, ever be full.‘

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

We are masters of the unsaid words, but slaves of those we let slip out.

My mother was determined to make us independent. When I was four years old, she stopped the car a few miles from our house and made me find my own way home across the fields. I got hopelessly lost.

As I grow up, the lessons I learn in love and relationships and how we treat each other are hopefully maturing – hopefully.

Whoever thinks a faultless piece to see, Thinks what ne’er was, nor is, nor e’er shall be.

You don’t have the same mentality as you did five years ago – even one year. People are always changing, and I believe that everyone deserves the space to change and for people to recognize their change.

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.

How did it get so late so soon? Its night before its afternoon. December is here before its June. My goodness how the time has flewn. How did it get so late so soon?

An unused life is an early death.

I’m spending a year dead for tax reasons.

Things have never been more like the way they are today in history.

Very often, say what you will, a knave is only a fool.

All my life I’ve been taught how to die, but no one ever taught me how to grow old.

War is war. The only good human being is a dead one.

Upon the creatures we have made, we are, ourselves, at last, dependent.