To die of age is a rare, singular, and extraordinary death,

The longest-lived and the shortest-lived man, when they come to die, lose one and the same thing.

One always dies too soon — or too late. And yet one's whole life is complete at that moment, with a line drawn neatly under it, ready for the summing up.

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

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.

One who is about to die is really dead already and being so, exist no longer

One always dies too soon - or too late. And yet one's whole life is complete at that moment, with a line drawn neatly under it, ready for the summing up. You are - your life, and nothing else.

One always dies too soon — or too late. And yet one’s whole life is complete at that moment, with a line drawn neatly under it, ready for the summing up. You are — your life, and nothing else.

Even if you live to one hundred, you’ll still be dead forever.

Death is very, very terminal.

At any given time, if you live long enough, old age catches you...the only choices we have in life are either the impairment of old age or early death.

Now when I die, I shall only be dead.

I shall soon be quite dead at last in spite of all.

One always dies too soon — or too late. And yet, life is there, finished: the line is drawn, and it must all be added up. You are nothing other than your life.