“He heard long ago, in a dream, that one day in every century Death takes on mortal flesh, better to comprehend what the lives she takes must feel like, to taste the bitter tang of mortality: that this is the price she must pay for being the divider of the living from all that has gone before, all that must come after.”

“Death has a price, and all who bargain with the dead must pay it.”

“We must not listen to those who advise us 'being men to think human thoughts, and being mortal to think mortal thoughts' but must put on immortality as much as possible and strain every nerve to live according to that best part of us, which, being small in bulk, yet much more in its power and honour surpasses all else.”

“For in that sleep of death what dreams may come When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,Must give us pause”

“There is no such thing as death for we are the imagination of ourselves manifested into physical form. When the vehicle of flesh is no more we simply return to our spirit body and the oneness of the universe. It's just that while we are in mortal state of being we must take heed of our surroundings and make the best of it all for ourselves and for the multitudes around us...”

“Reality wasn’t a syllogism like “Socrates is a man—all men are mortal—hence Socrates is mortal,” but more like “Helga is a human being—all telephone booths have been vandalized—hence Helga must die.” Or like: “Hitler is a human being—all Jews are animals—hence all Jews must die.”