Posted by: Riccardo N.
Plaudite, amici, comedia finita est.
(Applaud, my friends, the comedy is over.)
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Plaudite, amici, comedia finita est.
(Applaud, my friends, the comedy is over.)
Life is a long agonized illness only curable by death.
Death is not an evil, because it frees us from all evils, and while it takes away good things, it takes away also the desire for them. Old age is the supreme evil, because it deprives us of all pleasures, leaving us only the appetite for them, and it brings with it all sufferings. Nevertheless, we fear death, and we desire old age.
Faultily faultless, icily regular, splendidly null, dead perfection, no more.
Resting on your laurels is as dangerous as resting when you are walking in the snow. You doze off and die in your sleep.
If we are to abolish the death penalty, I should like to see the first step taken by my friends the murderers.
A first sign of the beginning of understanding is the wish to die.
I can die without the doctor's help.
After the writer's death, reading his diary is like receiving a long letter.
Death be not proud, though some have called thee Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so. For, those, whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow. Die not, poor death, nor yet canst thou kill me.