Life and death appeared to me ideal bounds, which I should first break through, and pour a torrent of light into our dark world.

Death is the veil which those who live call life; They sleep, and it is lifted

The hour of departure has arrived, and we go our separate ways, I to die, and you to live. Which of these two is better only God knows.

Our life dreams the Utopia. Our death achieves the Ideal.

Death is the retirement from life.

If there was no such thing as death, men would scarcely live. The human race thrives on the fear of death. Without its constant cloud of darkness, we would know no light. It is death that makes us want to live. Death that makes us long for life.