“It is nothing to die; it is dreadful not to live.”
“If I am killed, I can die but once; but to live in constant dread of it, is to die over and over again.”
“…So when the last and dreadful hourThis crumbling pageant shall devour,The trumpet shall be heard on high,The dead shall live, the living die,And Music shall untune the sky”
“It is nothing to die. It is frightful not to live.”
“And die of nothing but a rage to live”
“To die is nothing; but it is terrible not to live.”