Creation destroys as it goes, throws down one tree for the rise of another. But ideal mankind would abolish death, multiply itself million upon million, rear up city upon city, save every parasite alive, until the accumulation of mere existence is swollen to a horror.

Love has no age, no limit and no death.

Pale death, with impartial step, knocks at the hut of the poor and the towers of kings.

He has not lived badly whose birth and death has been unnoticed by the world.

Bravery is the capacity to perform properly even when scared half to death.