The angel of death has been abroad throughout the land; you may almost hear the beating of his wings.

[In the green scheme of things, death becomes a vehicle for land conservation and saving the planet.] It is not enough to be a corpse anymore, ... Now, you have to be a politically correct corpse.

Land and sea, weakness and decline are great separators, but death is the great divorcer for ever.

How long after you are gone will ripples remain as evidence that you were cast into the pool of life?.

The need continues to be staggering. In a land with more landmines than there are people, there is a death now about every 10 days and a new amputation about every five days. According to the United Nations, one of every 239 people in Cambodia has had at least one limb amputated,

A large whale was taken betwixt my land abutting on the Thames and Greenwich, which drew an infinite concourse to see it, by water, horse, coach, and on foot, from London, and all parts. ... It would have destroyed all the boats, but ... after a long conflict, it was killed with a harping iron, struck in the head, out of which spouted blood and water.