For a man can lose neither the past nor the future; for how can one take from him that which is not his? So remember these two points: first, that each thing is of like form from everlasting and comes round again in its cycle, and that it signifies not whether a man shall look upon the same things for a hundred years or two hundred, or for an infinity of time; second, that the longest lived and the shortest lived man, when they come to die, lose one and the same thing.

Were you to live three thousand years, or even a countless multiple of that, keep in mind that no one ever loses a life other than the one they are living, and no one ever lives a life other than the one they are losing. The longest and the shortest life, then, amount to the same, for the present moment lasts the same for all and is all anyone possesses. No one can lose either the past or the future, for how can someone be deprived of what’s not theirs?” — MARCUS AURELIUS, MEDITATIONS, 2.14

He that dies in extreme old age will be reduced to the same state with him that is cut down untimely.

Every man's life ends the same way. It is only the details of how he lived and how he died that distinguish one man from another.

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.

Small man, great traveling doom—both weigh the same when the scale is death.

Every man dies, but not every man really lives.

What is one man's gain is another's loss.

Every man has two deaths, when he is buried in the ground and the last time someone says his name. In some ways men can be immortal.

Every man dies. Not every man really lives.

The death rate is the same for us as for anybody ... one person, one death, sooner or later.

Every man dies. Not every man lives.

For each man the world ends when he dies.

When you die it's the same as if everybody else did too.