Can death be sleep, when life is but a dream, And scenes of bliss pass as a phantom by? ---"On death
Complete Poems and Selected LettersBut death was her curse and her gift, and death had been her good friend these long, long years.
Crown of MidnightI know I'm not God, are you? Don't be silly. God? God? Everybody's God? Don't be silly.
Death and Fame: Last Poems, 1993-1997I hated the place, Tommy. I hated every second of every day. And it was all … your … fault!
The Death CureWhen distance and convenience sets in; the small, the various and the personal wither away.
The Death and Life of Great American CitiesWe expect too much of new buildings, and too little of ourselves.
The Death and Life of Great American CitiesDeath, only death, can break the lasting chain; And here, ev'n then, shall my cold dust remain
Eloisa to Abelard