Death and Mourning

There is no such thing as inner peace. There is only nervousness or death.

I [Death] was astonished to see him in Baghdad, for I had an appointment with him tonight in Samarra.

How happy is the blameless Vestal’s lot!

Rattle his bones over the stones;

Thus let me live, unseen, unknown;

Let’s carve him as a dish fit for the gods,

How wonderful is Death,

Ere Babylon was dust,

This be the verse you grave for me:

Ah, well, then, I suppose that I shall have to die beyond my means.

One of us must go.

For he who lives more lives than one

Grief and tragedy and hatred are only for a time. Goodness, remembrance and love have no end.

Old and young, we are all on our last cruise.

The whole life of the philosopher is a preparation for death.

Our death is not an end if we can live on in our children and the younger generation. For they are us, our bodies are only wilted leaves on the tree of life.

Death is one moment, and life is so many of them.

Every loss which we incur leaves behind it vexation in the memory, save the greatest loss of all, that is, death, which 89 annihilates the memory, together with life.

When you know that illusion and transformation are no different from birth and death, then you may learn magic

I didn't attend the funeral, but I sent a nice letter saying I approved of it.

Let us live so that when we come to die even the undertaker will be sorry.

When a man has lost all happiness, he's not alive. Call him a breathing corpse.

Hung be the heavens with black, yield day to night!

Oh, if I had Orpheus’ voice and poetry with which to move the Dark Maid and her Lord, I’d call you back, dear love, from the world below. I’d go down there for you. Charon or the grim King’s dog could not prevent me then from carrying you up into the fields of light.