Love and death are the two great hinges on which all human sympathies turn.

Some men are alive simply because it is against the law to kill them.

Those who have the strength and the love to sit with a dying patient in the silence that goes beyond words will know that this moment is neither frightening nor painful, but a peaceful cessation of the functioning of the body.

For death is no more than a turning of us over from time to eternity.

The day which we fear as our last is but the birthday of eternity.

While I thought that I was learning how to live, I have been learning how to die.

Death is no more than passing from one room into another. But there’s a difference for me, you know. Because in that other room I shall be able to see.

The fear of death follows from the fear of life. A man who lives fully is prepared to die at any time.