First, he cast a fearful glance from afar towards death and turned away in fright; then he avoided it; trembling and going around it in wide circles which, however, became smaller and smaller everyday until, at last, he clasped death's neck with his weary arms and looked directly into its eyes: and then there was peace, sweet peace."
- Philipp Mainlander
I remember the Indian proverb: "Better to be seated than standing, better to be lying than seated, but better than all else to be dead "
- Nicolas Chamfort
"The long sleep of death closes our scars, and the short sleep of life our wounds."
- Jean Paul