Dying (n.) is more honorable than killing.
Dying (n.) can be cheered on like a departing guest: you tell the soul to go bravely, since it is not being taken but given back.
Dying (n.) is a sentence passed on all and entirely just, because those whose case is identical suffer the same fate, and it makes no difference whether we go because of a magistrate's order or because of our birth.
Dying (n.) is a skill that unlearns slavery: whoever has rehearsed his own death can no longer be made a slave.
Dying (n.) nobly is still allowed when living nobly is forbidden.
Dying (n.) is daily: it is not the last drop that empties the water-clock but all that flowed before; the final hour only completes the process.
Dying (n.) gradually is gliding into harbour when nature slips the cable.
Dying (n.) by nature's own slow dissolution is an easy road out of life.
Dying (n.) well means going out rather than being thrown out — the man to imitate finds joy in living yet is not reluctant to die.
Dying (n.) is also one of life's duties, and there is no fixed number of other duties to finish first.
Dying (n.) is also one of life’s duties.
Dying (n.) is shorter and easier than being born — itself a sign of god's providence: the way out is always open.