It is not death, it is dying that alarms me.

He who would teach men to die would at the same time teach them to live.

I want death to find me planting my cabbages, but caring little for it, and even less for my imperfect garden

The continuous labor of your life is to build the house of death

The ceaseless labour of your life is to build the house of death.

A man may by custom fortify himself against pain, shame, and suchlike accidents; but as to death, we can experience it but once, and are all apprentices when we come to it