Farewell O sun," Cleombrotus cried, Then from a lofty wall to Hades hied: Him to his death no desperate grief had led, But Plato on the Soul this man had read

Guys die down here on a regular basis-that's the reality. They die here for a nickel. They are killed for a piece of change or because somebody looks at somebody wrong

If noble death be virtue's chiefest part, We above all men are by Fortune blest, Striving with freedom's crown to honor Greece, we died, and here in endless glory rest

His headstone said "Free at last, Free at last" - But death is a slave's freedom - We seek the freedom of free men - And the construction of a world - Where Martin Luther King could have lived - and preached non-violence

A rotten case abides no handling

The morning after a death, we learned an avalanche of goodies about the renowned, some of which persuaded the reader that he should have cultivated the deceased in life

Success is like death. The more successful you become, the higher the houses in the hills get and the higer the fences get

He sees death in the prostitutes who have witnessed the death of honor, and daily multiply the death of love, who bleed away their own lives 50 times a day beneath the relentless stabbings of countless conjugations

I lost the comfort of my life, death came and took my wife; and now I don't know what to do, Lest death should come, and take me too

Death? Why this fuss about death? Use your imagination, try to visualize a world without death! Death is the essential condition of life, not an evil