It is as natural to die as to be born; and to a little infant, perhaps, the one is as painful as the other.
Francis BaconThen bless thy secret growth, nor catch At noise, but thrive unseen and dumb; Keep clean, be as fruit, earn life, and watch, Till the white-wing'd reapers come.
Francis BaconThat things are changed, and that nothing really perishes, and that the sum of matter remains exactly the same, is sufficiently certain.
Francis Bacon