THE VOICE OF SALOME:Ah! I have kissed thy mouth, Iokanaan, I have kissed thy mouth. There was a bitter taste on thy lips. Was it the taste of blood?... Nay; but perchance it was the taste of love... They say that love hath a bitter taste... But what matter? What matter? I have kissed thy mouth, Iokanaan, I have kissed thy mouth.

I am going to the House of Death. Death is the brother of Sleep, is he not?

Some things are more precious because they don't last long.

All trials are trials for one's life, just as all sentences are sentences of death.

The Governor was strong upon/ The Regulations Act:/ The Doctor said that Death was but/ A scientific fact:/ And twice a day the Chaplain called,/ And left a little tract.

Alas, I am dying beyond my means.

And now, I am dying beyond my means. (Said while sipping champagne on his deathbed.)

Relations are simply a tedious pack of people, who haven't the remotest knowledge of how to live, nor the smallest instinct about when to die