Death has but one terror, that it has no tomorrow.

There is need for some kind of make-believe in order to face death unflinchingly. To our real, naked selves there is not a thing on earth or in heaven worth dying for.

Death's dark way Must needs be trodden once, however we pause.

One thing is sure, there are just two respectable ways to die. One is of old age, and the other is by accident.

A year after Hemingway died on the front page, Faulkner went off after a binge, as if dying was nobody's business but his own.

The end of all is death and man's life passeth away suddenly as a shadow.

Those most like the dead are those most loath to die.

Neither the sun nor death can be looked at steadily.

Without death there would be no awareness of life, and the recurring selection and renewal that has caused life's progress would be ended.

Not all the preaching since Adam Has made Death other than Death.