If Death stepped miraculously through the glass and came in after you, in all probability you just got up and went along with him, ferociously but quietly.

Death either destroys or unhusks us. If it means liberation, better things await us when our burden s gone: if destruction, nothing at all awaits us; blessings and curses are abolished.

Death takes us piecemeal, not at a gulp.

There is nothing after death, and death itself is nothing.

He that dies pays all debts.

Men must endure Their going hence, even as their coming hither.

The sense of death is most in apprehension, And the poor beetle that we tread upon, In corporal sufferance finds a pang as great As when a giant dies.

The tongues of dying men Enforce attention like deep harmony.

This fell sergeant, Death, Is strict in his arrest.

Life levels all men: death reveals the eminent.