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I had seen birth and death but had thought they were different.
Death is a very dull, dreary affair, and my advice to you is to have nothing whatsoever to do with it.
Because of indifference, one dies before one actually dies.
Millions long for immortality who don’t know what to do with themselves on a rainy Sunday afternoon.
Call no man happy till he is dead.
Cursed is the man who dies, but the evil done by him survives.
A friend who dies, it’s something of you who dies.
No one can confidently say that he will still be living tomorrow.
Death is no more than passing from one room into another. But there’s a difference for me, you know. Because in that other room I shall be able to see.
I didn’t attend the funeral, but I sent a nice letter saying I approved of it.