Death and Mourning

I have good hope that there is something after death.

And on the pedestal these words appear: ‘My name is Ozymandias, king of kings: Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!’ Nothing beside remains. Round the decay Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare The lone and level sands stretch far away.

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

Man is not made for defeat. A man can be destroyed but not defeated.

History to the defeated May say Alas but cannot help or pardon.

In any man who dies there dies with him his first snow and kiss and fight. It goes with him. . . . Not people die but worlds die in them.

There is only one way to be prepared for death: to be sated. In the soul, in the heart, in the spirit, in the flesh. To the brim.

Cowards die many times before their deaths The valiant never taste of death but once.

Years following years steal something every day; At last they steal us from ourselves away.

as the silent voice of our parents from the country of the dead.

Life is the funny thing that happens to you on the way to the grave.

Life is a near-death experience.

A long illness seems to be placed between life and death, in order to make death a comfort both to those who die and to those who remain.

Life levels all men: death reveals the eminent.

Imprisonment is as irrevocable as death.

WE ARE SUCH STUFF AS DREAMS ARE MADE ON; AND OUR LITTLE LIFE IS ROUNDED WITH A SLEEP.

THERE IS ONLY ONE CURE FOR GREY HAIR. IT WAS INVENTED BY A FRENCHMAN. IT IS CALLED THE GUILLOTINE.

Unbeing dead isn’t being alive.

You fall out of your mother’s womb, you crawl across open country under fire, and drop into your grave.

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

At the very end, when they said to him, we could try to operate on you as a last resort. He didn't want to be operated on. He said ‘I want to go when I am ready, and I will do it in an elegant way.’

A powerful searchlight of the human mind, piercing by its rays the darkness of the unknown, has suddenly been extinguished. The world has lost its foremost genius and the Jewish people its most illustrious son in the present generation.

I have finished my task here.

I want to go when I want. It is tasteless to prolong life artificially. I have done my share; it is time to go. I will do it elegantly.