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I’m always relieved when someone is delivering a eulogy and I realize I’m listening to it.

Death and vulgarity are the only two facts in the nineteenth century that one cannot explain away.

No one’s death comes to pass without making some impression, and those close to the deceased inherit part of the liberated soul and become richer in their humanness.

If I die a violent death, as some fear and a few are plotting, I know that the violence will be in the thought and the action of the assassins, not in my dying.

There is no lonelier man in death, except the suicide, than that man who has lived many years with a good wife and then outlived her. If two people love each other there can be no happy end to it.

The reports of my death have been greatly exaggerated.

The boundaries which divide Life from Death are at best shadowy and vague. Who shall say where the one ends, and where the other begins?

It is death that goes down to the center of the earth, the great burial church the earth is, and then to the curved ends of the universe, as light is said to do.

Fear of death makes us devoid both of valour and religion. For want of valour is want of religious faith.

The valiant never taste of death but once.