This man is freed from servile bands, Of hope to rise, or fear to fall; Lord of himself, though not of lands, And leaving nothing, yet hath all. Herrick, Robert
We begin to die as soon as we are born, and the end is linked to the beginning. Manilius
We look at death through the cheap-glazed windows of the flesh, and believe him the monster which the flawed and cracked glass represents him. Lowell, James Russell
