I know beyond a shadow of a doubt that there is no death the way we understood it. The body dies, but not the soul.

Those who have the strength and the love to sit with a dying patient in the silence that goes beyond words will know that this moment is neither frightening nor painful, but a peaceful cessation of the functioning of the body.

Guilt is perhaps the most painful companion of death.

It is not the end of the physical body that should worry us. Rather, our concern must be to live while we're alive - to release our inner selves from the spiritual death that comes with living behind a facade designed to conform to external definitions of who and what we are.

Those who learned to know death, rather than to fear and fight it, become our teachers about life.

For those who seek to understand it, death is a highly creative force. The highest spiritual values of life can originate from the thought and study of death.