There is no devil and no hell. Thy soul will be dead even sooner than thy body; fear, therefore, nothing any more![Es giebt keinen Teufel und keine Hölle. Deine Seele wird noch schneller todt sein als dein Leib: fürchte nun Nichts mehr!]
The true master of death, because the true master does not seek to run away from Death. He accepts that he must die, and understands that there are far, far worse things in the living world than dying.
The stroke of death is as a lover’s pinch, which hurts, and is desired.
The past is never dead. It’s not even past.
The last enemy that shall be destroyed is death.
The call of death is a call of love. Death can be sweet if we answer it in the affirmative, if we accept it as one of the great eternal forms of life and transformation.
Some men never die and some men never live but we’re all alive tonight.
Since we’re all going to die, it’s obvious that when and how don’t matter.[Je n’étais peut-être pas sûr de ce qui m’intéressait réellement, mais j’étais tout à fait sûr de ce qui ne m’intéressait pas.]
She laughed and danced with the thought of death in her heart.
Rebirth always follows death.
Rather be dead than cool.
Perhaps a man really dies when his brain stops, when he loses the power to take in a new idea.
