My father was a man of love. He always loved me to death. He worked hard in the fields but my father never hit me. Never. I don't ever remember a really cross unkind word from my father.

If any foreign minister begins to defend to the death a 'peace conference ' you can be sure his government has already placed its orders for new battleships and airplanes.

Life is a banquet and most poor suckers are starving to death.

Hearing nuns' confessions is like being stoned to death with popcorn.

I like to behave in an extremely normal wholesome manner for the most part in my daily life. Even if mentally I'm consumed with sick visions of violence terror sex and death.

Generally speaking the Way of the warrior is resolute acceptance of death.

In the night of death hope sees a star and listening love can hear the rustle of a wing.

I would rather die a meaningful death than to live a meaningless life.

Death is just life's next big adventure.

It is difficult to accept death in this society because it is unfamiliar. In spite of the fact that it happens all the time we never see it.

Man is born in a day and he dies in a day and the thing is easily over but to have a sick heart for three-fourths of one's lifetime is simply to have death renewed every morning and life at that price is not worth living.

I balanced all brought all to mind the years to come seemed waste of breath a waste of breath the years behind in balance with this life this death.

All violence consists in some people forcing others under threat of suffering or death to do what they do not want to do.

A new idea is delicate. It can be killed by a sneer or a yawn it can be stabbed to death by a quip and worried to death by a frown on the right man's brow.

Death not merely ends life it also bestows upon it a silent completeness snatched from the hazardous flux to which all things human are subject.

Death unites as well as separates it silences all paltry feeling.

Life is but a moment death also is but another.