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I’m not afraid of death, but I’m in no hurry to die. I have so much I want to do first.
As a well-spent day brings happy sleep, so a life well spent brings happy death.
Achieving life is not the equivalent of avoiding death.
Bullfighting is the only art in which the artist is in danger of death and in which the degree of brilliance in the performance is left to the fighter’s honor.
It is not the end of the physical body that should worry us. Rather, our concern must be to live while we’re alive – to release our inner selves from the spiritual death that comes with living behind a facade designed to conform to external definitions of who and what we are.
We get into the habit of living before acquiring the habit of thinking. In that race which daily hastens us towards death, the body maintains its irreparable lead.
Death is not extinguishing the light it is only putting out the lamp because the dawn has come.
Death solves all problems – no man, no problem.
Death to me means nothing as long as I can die fast.
Whenever death may surprise us, let it be welcome if our battle cry has reached even one receptive ear and another hand reaches out to take up our arms.