But man is a Noble Animal, splendid in ashes, and pompous in the grave, solemnizing Nativities and Deaths with equal lustre, nor omitting Ceremonies of bravery, in the infamy of his nature. Life is a pure flame, and we live by an invisible Sun within us.

To be knav'd out of our graves, to have our skulls made drinking-bowls, and our bones turned into pipes, to delight and sport our enemies, are tragical abominations escaped in burning burials.

Man is a noble animal, splendid in ashes, and pompous in the grave.

I am not so much afraid of death, as ashamed thereof, 'tis the very disgrace and ignominy of our natures.

With what shift and pains we come into the World we remember not; but 'tis commonly found no easy matter to get out of it.

(Death is) A leap into the dark.

To be content with death may be better than to desire it.