The greatest men of a nation are those it puts to death.
The breath of an aristocrat is the death rattle of freedom.
There is no cure for birth and death save to enjoy the interval.
Death is a delightful hiding place for weary men.
While I thought that I was learning how to live, I have been learning how to die.
I didn't attend the funeral, but I sent a nice letter saying I approved of it.
In India we only read about death, sickness, terrorism, crime.
The rumors of my death have been greatly exaggerated.
Death comes for us all. Even for kings he comes.
Death's a debt; his mandamus binds all alike- no bail, no demurrer.
A martyr can never cooperate with death, go to death in a way that they're not trying to escape.
The words of a dead man are modified in the guts of the living.
The valiant never taste of death but once.
A lot of dreams can turn to nightmares... if you don't really work them.
Where all is but dream, reasoning and arguments are of no use, truth and knowledge nothing.
Dreaming or awake, we perceive only events that have meaning to us.
Dreaming of a tomorrow, which tomorrow, will be as distant then as 'tis today.
There are women succeeding beyond their wildest dreams because of their sobriety.
When all of your wishes are granted, many of your dreams will be destroyed.
Vain hopes are like certain dreams of those who wake.
I'm sure I have a process, but it mostly takes place in my dreams.
