The stroke of death is as a lover's pinch, which hurts and is desired.

Let us all be brave enough to die the death of a martyr, but let no one lust for martyrdom.

Fear of death makes us devoid both of valour and religion. For want of valour is want of religious faith.

Death and vulgarity are the only two facts in the nineteenth century that one cannot explain away.

I were better to be eaten to death with a rust than to be scoured to nothing with perpetual motion.