Only a humanity to whom death has become as indifferent as its members that has itself died can inflict it administratively on innumerable people.

Death is really a great blessing for humanity without it there could be no real progress. People who lived for ever would not only hamper and discourage the young but they would themselves lack sufficient stimulus to be creative.

The human consciousness is really homogeneous. There is no complete forgetting even in death.

Creativity is not merely the innocent spontaneity of our youth and childhood it must also be married to the passion of the adult human being which is a passion to live beyond one's death.

Death not merely ends life it also bestows upon it a silent completeness snatched from the hazardous flux to which all things human are subject.

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.

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.

Humanity should question itself once more about the absurd and always unfair phenomenon of war on whose stage of death and pain only remain standing the negotiating table that could and should have prevented it.

The main facts in human life are five: birth food sleep love and death.

A belief in hell and the knowledge that every ambition is doomed to frustration at the hands of a skeleton have never prevented the majority of human beings from behaving as though death were no more than an unfounded rumor.