The most rational cure after all for the inordinate fear of death is to set a just value on life.

"Every man's life ends the same way," Ernest Hemingway had said, "and it is only the details of how he lived and how he died that distinguish one man from another."

It matters not how a man dies but how he lives. The act of dying is not of importance, it lasts so short a time.

Life and death appear more certainly ours than whatsoever else: and yet hardly can that be called ours, which comes without our knowledge, and goes without it.

Our life is made by the death of others.

In the attempt to defeat death man has been inevitably obliged to defeat life, for the two are inextricably related. Life moves on to death, and to deny one is to deny the other.

Long life, and short, are by death made all one; for there is no long, nor short, to things that are no more.

Who that hath ever been Could bear to be no more? Yet who would tread again the scene He trod through life before?

Life is a great surprise. I do not see why death should not be an even greater one.

One wants to live, of course, indeed one only stays alive by virtue of the fear of death.