Death

Every man must do two things alone; he must do his own believing and his own dying.

To fear death, my friends, is only to think ourselves wise, without being wise: for it is to think that we know what we do not know. For anything that men can tell, death may be the greatest good that can happen to them: but they fear it as if they knew quite well that it was the greatest of evils. And what is this but that shameful ignorance of thinking that we know what we do not know?

All that live must die, passing through nature to eternity.

The hour of departure has arrived and we go our ways; I to die, and you to live. Which is better? Only God knows.

Know one knows whether death, which people fear to be the greatest evil, may not be the greatest good.

Those who have lived a good life do not fear death, but meet it calmly, and even long for it in the face of great suffering. But those who do not have a peaceful conscience, dread death as though life means nothing but physical torment. The challenge is to live our life so that we will be prepared for death when it comes.

For the sword outwears its sheath, and the soul wears out the breast. And the heart must pause to breathe, and love itself have rest.

If a man hasn't discovered something that he will die for, he isn't fit to live.

When a great man dies, for years the light he leaves behind him, lies on the paths of men.

Those to whom we say farewell, are welcomed by others.