“And come he slow, or come he fast,
It is but Death who comes at last.”

“And last of all comes death.”

“Death twitches my ear. "Live," he says. "I am coming."”
Mors aurem vellens, "vivite," ait, "venio."

“Poet, never chase the dream.
Laugh yourself and turn away.
Mask your hunger, let it seem
Small matter if he come or stay;
But when he nestles in your hand at last,
Close up your fingers tight and hold him fast.”

“Adieu! 'tis love's last greeting,
The parting hour is come!
And fast thy soul is fleeting
To seek its starry home.”

“Death, a necessary end, will come when it will come”

“Now it was coming to an end, and it was like he was watching the last flicker of light wink out in the darkness of an endless tunnel.”

“For the Master is gracious and receives the last even as the first; He gives rest to him that comes at the eleventh hour, just as to him who has labored from the first. He has mercy upon the last and cares for the first; to the one He gives, and to the other He is gracious. He both honors the work and praises the intention.”

“If death meant just leaving the stage long enough to change costume and come back as a new character… Would you slow down? Or speed up?”

“Death never comes at thetime, despite what mortals believe. Death always comes like a thief.”