I do not agree with what you have to say but I'll defend to the death your right to say it.

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

Death is the tyrant of the imagination.

We cannot banish dangers but we can banish fears. We must not demean life by standing in awe of death.

For me habit is just a synonym for death.

Death's in the good-bye.

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.

He who doesn't fear death dies only once.

All architects want to live beyond their deaths.

Death is always around the corner but often our society gives it inordinate help.