For what blessing may a man hope for but
An immortality in
The loving vigilance of death.

Some say the world will end in fire, some say ice. From what I've tasted of desire I hold with those who favor fire. But if it had to perish twice, I think I know enough of hate To say that for destruction ice Is also great And would suffice.

You can be a king or a street sweeper, but everybody dances with the Grim Reaper.

I am become death, shatterer of worlds.

In this world, nothing is certain but death and taxes.

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