Men die but sorrow never dies.

We are going to die, and that makes us the lucky ones. Most people are never going to die because they are never going to be born. The potential people who could have been here in my place but who will in fact never see the light of day outnumber the sand grains of Sahara.

The sorrow never dies; it is merely nacred by time.

Whatever is truly alive must die. Look at the flowers; only plastic flowers never die.

The dead never truly die. They simply change form.

Men may live fools, but fools they cannot die.

Unable are the loved to die. For love is immortality.

Saints do not die. It is their lot, To die while on this earth to all that God is not.

[On religion] When we die, our souls still live. If you are a gangster or a bastard or a crook your soul inhabits a donkey or something terrible.

As long as they talk about you, you're not really dead, as long as they speak your name, you continue. A legend doesn't die, just because the man dies.

Souls never die, but always on quitting one abode pass to another. All things change, nothing perishes. The soul passes hither and thither, occupying now this body, now that . . . As a wax is stamped with certain figures, then melted, then stamped anew with others, yet it is always the same wax. So, the Soul being always the same, yet wears at different times different forms.

Some may never live, but the crazy never die.

The dead don't die. They look on and help.

. . . the devil never dies