I'm working myself to death.

At the New York Athletic Club they serve amazing food. People go there, get healthy, and then eat themselves to death - which is, I suppose, the right way to do it.

Property is unstable, and youth perishes in a moment. Life itself is held in the grinning fangs of Death, Yet men delay to obtain release from the world. Alas, the conduct of mankind is surprising.

Well, there's a remedy for all things but death, which will be sure to lay us flat one time or other.

Old age is always wakeful as if, the longer linked with life, the less man has to do with aught that looks like death.