Death never takes the wise man by surprise; he is always ready to go.

They say you die twice. One time when you stop breathing and a second time, a bit later on, when somebody says your name for the last time.

Neither fire nor wind, birth nor death can erase our good deeds.

What we have once enjoyed deeply we can never lose. All that we love deeply becomes a part of us.

Our dead are never dead to us, until we have forgotten them.