Death may be the greatest of all human blessings.

The hour of departure has arrived, and we go our separate ways, I to die, and you to live. Which of these two is better only God knows.

...[W]hen death comes to a man, the mortal part of him dies, but the immortal part retires at the approach of death and escapes unharmed and indestructible... [I]t is as certain as anything can be... that soul is immortal and imperishable, and that our souls will really exist in the next world.

To fear death, gentlemen, is no other than to think oneself wise when one is not, to think one knows what one does not know. No one knows whether death may not be the greatest of all blessings for a man, yet men fear it as if they knew that it is the greatest of evils.

The greatest way to live with honor in this world is to be what we pretend to be.

Our prayers should be for blessings in general, for God knows best what is good for us.