I saw few die of hunger; of eating, a hundred thousand.
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.
Death is the last enemy: once we’ve got past that I think everything will be alright.
Alice Thomas Ellis
Death is the tyrant of the imagination.
What we have done for ourselves alone dies with us; what we have done for others and the world remains and is immortal.