When the courts decide that murderers, rapists, and others who maliciously break our social contract deserve health care that most working Americans can't afford, they are condemning good people to death.

Smiles, tears, of all my life! - and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death.

For tis not in mere death that men die most.

The Greeks said grandly in their tragic phrase, 'Let no one be called happy till his death;' to which I would add, 'Let no one, till his death, be called unhappy.'

Life itself is but the shadow of death, and souls departed but the shadows of the living.

We all labor against our own cure, for death is the cure of all diseases.

Death is the cure for all diseases.

Though it be in the power of the weakest arm to take away life, it is not in the strongest to deprive us of death.

If Shaw and Einstein couldn't beat death, what chance have I got? Practically none.

Look, I don't want to wax philosophic, but I will say that if you're alive you've got to flap your arms and legs, you've got to jump around a lot, for life is the very opposite of death, and therefore you must at very least think noisy and colorfully, or you're not alive.

This death cult has no reason and is beyond negotiation. This is what makes it so frightening. This is what causes so many to engage in a sort of mental diversion. They don't want to confront this horror. So they rush off in search of more comprehensible things to hate.

I feel monotony and death to be almost the same.

God is an immensity, while this disease, this death, which is in me, this small, tightly defined pedestrian event, is merely and perfectly real, without miracle - or instruction.

Death and I are head to head in a total collision, pure and mutual distaste.

But death's acquisitive instincts will win.