Watching a peaceful death of a human being reminds us of a falling star one of a million lights in a vast sky that flares up for a brief moment only to disappear into the endless night forever.

To some extent I liken slavery to death.

Death is not natural for a state as it is for a human being, for whom death is not only necessary, but frequently even desirable.

It seems to me that if you or I must choose between two courses of thought or action, we should remember our dying and try so to live that our death brings no pleasure on the world.

Old age is a tyrant, who forbids, under pain of death, the pleasures of youth.