Death is the quiet haven of us all.

Death is a black camel, which kneels at the gates of all.

If you're afraid to die, you will not be able to live.

Fear not death, for it is your destiny.

Death for an epicure is the springtime of calm and peace; For years his soul smolders like incense burning everywhere While his tomb lies and endures under the cool cypresses-Each dawn a rose blooms and each night a nightingale sings there.

It is good to have a reminder of death before us, for it helps us to understand the impermanence of life on this earth, and this understanding may aid us in preparing for our own death. He who is well prepared is he who knows that he is nothing compared with Wakan-Tanka, who is everything; then he knows that world which is real.

The living all find death unpleasant; men mourn over it. And yet, what is death, but the unbending of the bow and its return to its case?

The skull opened its eyes wide, furrowed its brows, and said, "Why should I throw away a happiness greater than a king's to once again thrust myself into the troubles and anxieties of mankind?"

I was given life because it was my time, and now I take leave of it according to the same law. Content with the natural sequence of these events, I am touched neither by joy nor by grief. I am simply hanging in the air ... incapable of freeing myself, tied by the threads of things.

If you don't know how to live, why wonder about death?