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To be idle is a short road to death and to be diligent is a way of life; foolish people are idle, wise people are diligent.

To be rhymed to death as is said to be done in Ireland.

To be, or not to be, that is the question: Whether 'tis Nobler in the mind to suffer The Slings and Arrows of outrageous Fortune, Or to take Arms against a Sea of troubles, And by opposing end them: to die, to sleep No more; and by a sleep, to say we end The Heart-ache, and the thousand Natural shocks That Flesh is heir to? 'Tis a consummation Devoutly to be wished. To die to sleep, To sleep, perchance to Dream; Aye, there's the rub.

To bring into the world an unwanted human being is as antisocial an act as murder.

To close the eyes, and give a seemly comfort to the apparel of the dead, is poverty's holiest touch of nature.

To conquer death you only have to die.

To die proudly when it is no longer possible to live proudly. Death of one's own free choice, death at the proper time, with a clear head and with joyfulness, consummated in the midst of children and witnesses: so that an actual leave-taking is possible while he who is leaving is still there.

To die: - to sleep: No more; and, by a sleep to say we end The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation Devoutly to be wished.

To die in the act of killing is, in essence, to die defeated.

To die is different from what any one supposed, and luckier.

To die is poignantly bitter, but the idea of having to die without having lived is unbearable.

To die quickly in one's eighth decade at the very top of one's powers is an enviable end, and not an occasion for mourning.

To die, to sleep - To sleep, perchance to dream - ay, there's the rub, For in this sleep of death what dreams may come.

... to die on a kitchen floor at 7 o'clock in the morning while other people are frying eggs is not so rough unless it happens to you.

To die proudly when it is no longer possible to live proudly. Death freely chosen, death at the right time, brightly and cheerfully accomplished amid children and witnesses: then a real farewell is still possible, as the one who is taking leave is still there; also a real estimate of what one has wished, drawing the sum of one's life--all in opposition to the wretched and revolting comedy that Christianity has made of the hour of death.

To die with glory, if one has to die at all, is still, I think, pain for the dier.

To design the future effectively, you must first let go of your past.

To die is landing on some distant shore.

To die should be the most interesting journey of all the journeys a person can take.

To die completely, a person must not only forget but be forgotten, and he who is not forgotten is not dead.

To do your own work well, whether it be for life or death.

To each person, their own way of death - with dignity.

To face death itself should not daunt you. Fear of death is ridiculous, because as long as you are not dead you are alive, and when you are dead there is noting more to worry about!

To fear death is nothing other than to think oneself wise when one is not. For it is to think one knows what one does not know. No one knows whether death may not even turn out to be the greatest blessings of human beings. And yet people fear it as if they knew for certain it is the greatest evil.

To fear death, my friends, is only to think ourselves wise, without being wise: for it is to think that we know what we do not know. For anything that men can tell, death may be the greatest good that can happen to them: but they fear it as if they knew quite well that it was the greatest of evils. And what is this but that shameful ignorance of thinking that we know what we do not know?

To fear death is the way to live long; to lie afraid of death is to be long a dying.

To forgive and be forgiven, if it's the last thing I do, then in death's release I may find the peace that in life I never knew.

To himself everyone is immortal; he may know that he is going to die, but he can never know that he is dead.

To have to die is a distinction of which no man is proud.

To have died once is enough.

To how many is the death of the beloved the parent of faith!

To learn to die is an heroic work.

To me, man means awareness of death. I am not saying become afraid of death; that is not awareness. Just be aware of the fact that death is coming nearer and nearer and you have to be prepared for it.

To neglect at any time preparation for death is to sleep on our post at a siege; to omit it in old age is to sleep at an attack.

To my mind, there are two things that, in life, you can do about death. Either you can choose to ignore it, in which case you may have some success in making the idea of it go away for a limited period of time, or you can confront the prospect of your own death and try to analyze it and, in so doing, try to minimize some of the inevitable suffering that it causes. Neither way can you actually overcome it.

To mourn deeply for the death of another loosens from myself the petty desire for, and the animal adherence to life. We have gained the end of the philosopher, and view without shrinking the coffin and the pall.

To not think of dying, is to not think of living.

Too busy with the crowded hour to fear to live or die.

Too many people are thinking of security instead of opportunity. They seem to be more afraid of life than death.

To please men and to kill parasites are the only uses tobacco-its ultimate effects are the same in both cases.

To rest upon a formula is a slumber that, prolonged, means death.

To put it crudely but graphically, the monkey who did not have a realistic perception of the tree branch he jumped for was soon a dead monkey-and therefore did not become one of our ancestors.

To perceive that form reveals the void, and to see that the void reveals form, is the secret for the overcoming of death. To the extent that one is unaware of space, one is unaware of one's own eternity — it's the same thing!

To quit this troubled world is better than to enter it: the rosebud enters the garden with straitened heart and departs smiling.

To the Christian death is the exchanging of a tent for a building.

Tradition demands that we not speak poorly of the dead.

To the death with honor, shoulder to shoulder, and no one gets closer to a Stepson than his partner.

To the fuki plant, dandelions, and their kind that lie for long patiently under the fallen snow, comes the season of breezy spring. No sooner do they see the light of the world, stretching their longing heads out from the cracks in the snow, than they are instantly nipped off. For these plants isn't the sorrow as deep as that of the child's parents whose child had accidentally died? They say everything in the plant and tree kingdom attains Buddhahood. Then they, too, must have Buddha-nature.

Tradition is the living faith of the dead. Traditionalism is the dead faith of the living.

To take arms against a sea of troubles.