Pale Death beats equally at the poor man's gate and at the palaces of kings.

Men fear death as children fear to go in the dark and as that natural fear in children is increased by tales, so is the other.

Since the day of my birth, my death began its walk. It is walking toward me, without hurrying.

It is possible to provide security against other ills, but as far as death is concerned, we men live in a city without walls.

The dead cannot cry out for justice. It is a duty of the living to do so for them.