Death is the destination we all share, no one has ever escaped it. And that is as it should be because death is very likely the single best invention of life.

Death, the refuge, the solace, the best and kindliest and most prized friend and benefactor of the erring, the forsaken, the old, and weary, and broken of heart, whose burdens be heavy upon them, and who would lie down and be at rest.

As men, we are all equal in the presence of death.

The only religious way to think of death is as part and parcel of life; to regard it, with the understanding and the emotions, as the inviolable condition of life.

Whether people be of high or low birth, rich or poor, old or young, enlightened or confused, they are all alike in that they will one day die.

Death is our wedding with eternity.

Only death dignifies our sufferings in the eyes of others.

Death is the unknown in which all of us lived before birth.

Death may be the greatest of all human blessings.

Death is the fairest thing in the world. No one's ever gotten out of it. The earth takes everyone—the kind, the cruel, the sinners. Aside from that, there's no fairness on earth.

NIRVANA, THE WATERFALL “Our life and death are the same thing. When we realize this fact, we have no fear of death anymore, nor actual difficulty in our life.

For dying is not to be feared—it is the final comfort. As we all learn, eventually.

Death is a dignitary who when he comes announced is to be received with formal manifestations of respect, even by those most familiar with him.

But death was sweet, death was gentle, death was kind; death healed the bruised spirit and the broken heart, and gave them rest and forgetfulness; death was man’s best friend; when man could endure life no longer, death came and set him free.