The acceptance of death gives you more of a stake in life in living life happily as it should be lived. Living for the moment.

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.

He has not lived badly whose birth and death has been unnoticed by the world.

There is no lonelier man in death except the suicide than that man who has lived many years with a good wife and then outlived her. If two people love each other there can be no happy end to it.

Even death is not to be feared by one who has lived wisely.

I shall not die of a cold. I shall die of having lived.

I have mostly been terrified of listening to scary stories around a campfire. We camp a lot as a family and at night my dad would try and tell us scary stories. This made eating s'mores difficult. The story would start with something like... 'and the old man who lived in these woods...' I would then run back into the camper terrified.

Dad worked his entire career as an aviation technician. Mom was a legal secretary who became a teacher. We lived a simple American life.

My dad was born in Chicago in 1908... his parents came from Russia. They settled in Chicago where they lived in a little tiny grocery store with eight or nine children - in the backroom all together - and my grandmother got the idea to go into the movie business.

My dad's era believed that there was something noble in being a good guy - the kind of guy that lived straight and narrow told the truth and stood up for what he believed was right.