From each sad remnant of decay, some forms of life arise so shall his life be taken away before he knoweth that he hath it. We begin to die as soon as we are born, and the end is linked to the beginning. There is no death. And bright in Heaven's jeweled crown, they shine for ever more. But if this choice is governed by distaste for his own existence, his life will never have been more than meaningless.
Death is dawn, the waking from a weary night of fevers unto truth and light.
We should weep for men at their birth, not at their death. I hate funerals and would not attend my own if it could be avoided, but it is well for every man to stop once in a while to think of what sort of a collection of mourners he is training for his final event. Every man goes down to his death bearing in his hands only that which he has given away. When the body sinks into death, the essence of man is revealed. Man is a knot, a web, a mesh into which relationships are tied.