There is no man so blessed that some who stand by his deathbed won't hail the occasion with delight.

Silence before being born, silence after death: life is nothing but noise between two unfathomable silences.

Shrinking away from death is something unhealthy and abnormal which robs the second half of life of its purpose.

Living and dying are, in a sense, of equal value.

It is intoxicating joy for the sufferer to look away from his suffering and to forget himself.

A little smoke lost in the air, that was the life of a man.