If you were going to die soon and had only one phone call you could make, who would you call and what would you say? And why are you waiting?

Death is nothing to us, for when we are, death has not come, and when death has come, we are not.

Neither death nor the sun can be looked at full in the face.

Death is not an event in life: we do not live to experience death. If we take eternity to mean not infinite temporal duration but timelessness, then eternal life belongs to those who live in the present.

If some died and others did not die, death would be a terrible affliction.

How frighteningly few are the persons whose death would spoil our appetite and make the world seem empty.

For life and death are one, even as the river and the sea are one.

A bearer of news of death appears to himself as very important. His feeling - even against all reason - makes him a messenger from the realm of the dead.

It is better to tell someone bad news in the morning after they have slept, rather than last thing at night or during the night. It might not always be possible but it is a good guideline.

If I had my life to live over again, I would form the habit of nightly composing myself to thoughts of death. I would practice, as it were, the remembrance of death. There is not another practice which so intensifies life. Death, when it approaches, ought not to take one by surprise. It should be part of the full expectancy of life.