Civilization begins with order, grows with liberty and dies with chaos.
Nothing that was worthy in the past departs; no truth or goodness realized by man ever dies, or can die.
Every man ought to be inquisitive through every hour of his great adventure down to the day when he shall no longer cast a shadow in the sun. For if he dies without a question in his heart, what excuse is there for his continuance?
There’s great disparity between who goes to college and who goes to jail. Who lives long and who dies prematurely, is the defining issue of our time. And I submit to you, there’s a significant race dimension, it is basically class-driven.
When one man dies, one chapter is not torn out of the book, but translated into a better language.
At ev’ry word a reputation dies.
Love built on beauty, soon as beauty, dies.
Every man is born as many men and dies as a single one.
God – a disease we imagine we are cured of because no one dies of it nowadays.
The body dies, but the spirit that transcends it cannot be touched by death.