The dead have a presence.

Because I could not stop for Death He kindly stopped for me- The Carriage held but just Ourselves- And Immortality.

I was afraid of the pain of dying and terribly reluctant to leave the world behind because I liked life a lot, even if it had been pretty tough sometimes.

All mankind is of one Author, and in one volume; when one Man dies, one chapter is not torn out of the book, but translated into a better language; and every Chapter must be so translated.

Any man's death diminishes me, because I am involved in mankind; and therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee.

One short sleep past, we wake eternally, And death shall be no more; Death thou shalt die.

Death ends our woes, and the kind grave shuts up the mournful scene.

Of no distemper, of no blast he died But fell like autumn fruit that mellow'd long.

This is the way the world ends Not with a bang but a whimper.

Good-bye, proud world! I'm going home; Thou art not my friend, and I'm not thine.