After your death you will be what you were before your birth.

Death like birth is a secret of Nature.

Each day is a little life: every waking and rising a little birth every fresh morning a little youth every going to rest and sleep a little death.

Intellectual growth should commence at birth and cease only at death.

The death of what's dead is the birth of what's living.

Even at our birth death does but stand aside a little. And every day he looks towards us and muses somewhat to himself whether that day or the next he will draw nigh.

Death borders upon our birth and our cradle stands in the grave.

Since the day of my birth my death began its walk. It is walking toward me without hurrying.

Birth and death we all move between these two unknowns.

I had seen birth and death but had thought they were different.