The passion of hatred is so long lived and so obstinate a malady that the surest sign of death in a sick person is their desire for reconciliation.

If some persons died and others did not die death would be a terrible affliction.

If Shaw and Einstein couldn't beat death what chance have I got? Practically none.

As long as you don't make waves ripples life seems easy. But that's condemning yourself to impotence and death before you are dead.

There is something about poverty that smells like death.

I saw also that there was an ocean of darkness and death but an infinite ocean of light and love which flowed over the ocean of darkness.

Nothing endears so much a friend as sorrow for his death. The pleasure of his company has not so powerful an influence.

Deep down no one really believes they have a right to live. But this death sentence generally stays tucked away hidden beneath the difficulty of living. If that difficulty is removed from time to time death is suddenly there unintelligibly.

When you break up your whole identity is shattered. It's like death.

Benjamin Franklin said there were only two things certain in life: death and taxes. But I'd like to add a third certainty: trash. And while some in this room might want to discuss reducing taxes I want to talk about reducing trash.