[On his deathbed:] Death, the only immortal who treats us all alike, whose pity and whose peace and whose refuse are for all -- the soiled and the pure, the rich and the poor, the loved and the unloved

Let us endeavor to live that when we come to die even the undertaker will be sorry.

All say, "How hard it is that we have to die" - a strange complaint to come from the mouths of people who have had to live.

Fear not Death; for the sooner we die, the longer shall we be immortal.

Pity is for the living, envy is for the dead

I’m an immortal. But I don’t want to be one anymore. Or rather, I don’t want to be an immortal stuck in a mortal world anymore. There is something greater out there for me, but in order to get it I need someone to put an end to my life in this world.