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

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

...the mind is conscious, but conscious of nothing - I said to my soul, be still, and wait without hope For hope would be hope for the wrong thing; wait without love For love would be love of the wrong thing; there is yet faith But the faith and the love and the hope are all in the waiting. Wait without thought, for you are not ready for thought: so the darkness shall be the light, and the stillness the dancing.

My life is light, waiting for the death wind, Like a feather on the back of my hand.

He had decided to live forever or die in the attempt.

As men, we are all equal in the presence of death.