Death but supplies the oil for the inextinguishable lamp of life. Coleridge.
Death comes equally to us all, and makes us 40 all equal when it comes. Donne.
Death finds us 'mid our playthings—snatches us, / As a cross nurse might do a wayward child. / From all our toys and baubles. Old Play.
Death gives us sleep, eternal youth, and immortality. Jean Paul.
Death is a black camel that kneels at every man's door. Turk. Pr.
Death is a commingling of eternity with time; in the death of a good man eternity is seen looking through time. Goethe.
Death is a fearful thing. Meas. for Meas., 45 iii. 1.
Death is a friend of ours, and he who is not ready to entertain him is not at home. Bacon.
Death is but another phasis of life, which also is awful, fearful, and wonderful, reaching to heaven and hell. Carlyle.
Death is but a word to us. Our own experience alone can teach us the real meaning of the word. W. v. Humboldt.