The Angel of Death is the invisible Angel of Life.

He is the Angel of Death. Life lasts long, save for him; populations would rise up like tidal waves and inundate worlds, save for him; criminals would require trials and sentencing, save for him; and of course history might reflect unnecessary twisting and turnings, save for the Angel of Death.

Nothing can happen more beautiful than death.

Death can be more exciting than life.

How's the Angel of Death supposed to do his job with clipped wings?

Death may be the greatest of all human blessings.

Like madness is the glory of this life.

Paradise on my right, Hell on my left and the Angel of Death behind.

A dead enemy is a joy forever

Only by living at the edge of death can you understand the indescribable joy of life.

Struck dead by an angel of God! Yet the angel must hang!

Life is a tragedy full of joy.

You may think life is sweet now, but when death is a heartbeat away then life becomes unbearably desirable. And when you survive, everything you do will be enhanced and filled with greater joy: the sunlight, the breeze, a good wine, a woman's lips, a child's laughter.

The angel of death comes to us and says, “You see everything that exists here is mine; it is not yours. Your house, your spouse, your children, your car, your career, your money — everything is mine and I can take it away when I want to, but for now you can use it.