Why shouldn't man be as angry about not having always been alive as about having to stop being alive?
The sight of such a monument is like continual and stationary music, which one hears for one's good as one approaches it.
We understand death for the first time when he puts his hand upon one whom we love
Happiness is a wondrous commodity: the more you give, the more you have.
Sow good services: sweet remembrances will grow from them.
Tombs decked by the arts can scarcely represent death as a formidable enemy; we do not, indeed, like the ancients, carve sports and dances in the sarcophagus, but thought is diverted from the bier by works that tell of immortality, even from the altar of death.