My dear, I'm always nervous about doing something for the first time.

One should always have one's boots on and be ready to leave.

There is not much difference between a mortal man and a dying man. The absurdity of making plans is only slightly more obvious in the second case.

I wonder what day I shall die on - one passes year by year over one's death day, as one might pass over one's grave.

My girlfriend's weird. One day she asked me, 'If you could know how and when you were going to die, would you want to know?' I said, 'No.' She said, 'Okay, forget it.'

Viewing life from the perspective of death, we are made freer. Seeing something for the last time is nearly as good as seeing it for the first time.

I look upon life as a gift from God. I did nothing to earn it. Now that the time is coming to give it back, I have no right to complain.

I cheerfully quit from life as if it were an inn, not a home; for Nature has given us a hostelry in which to sojourn, not to abide.

We sometimes congratulate ourselves at the moment of waking from a troubled dream; it may be so the moment after death.

To die is easy when we are in perfect health. On a fine spring morning, out of doors, on the downs, mind and body sound and exhilarated, it would be nothing to lie down on the turf and pass away.