Death in itself is nothing; but we fear To be we know not what, we know not where.

I have seen the eternal Footman hold my coat, and snicker.

Our fear of death is like our fear that summer will be short, but when we have had our swing of pleasure, our fill of fruit, and our swelter of heat, we say we have had our day.

Why, do you not know, then, that the origin of all human evils, and of baseness, and cowardice, is not death, but rather the fear of death?

Death, the most dreaded of evils, is therefore of no concern to us; for while we exist death is not present, and when death is present we no longer exist.

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

Your life feels different on you, once you greet death and understand your heart's position.

What good can come from meeting death with tears? If a man Is sorry for himself, he doubles death.

What greater pain could mortals have than this: To see their children dead before their eyes?

It hath often been said, that it is not death, but dying, which is terrible.