“Death hath so many doors to let out life.”

“I know death hath ten thousand several doors
For men to take their exits.”

“O thou child of many prayers!
Life hath quicksands; life hath snares!”

“So many people enter and leave your life! Hundreds of thousands of people! You have to keep the door open so they can come in! But it also means you have to let them go!”

“The trickster, the riddler, the keeper of balance, he of the many faces who finds life in death and who fears no evil; he who walks through doors.”

“The poets make Fame a monster. They describe her in part finely and elegantly, and in part gravely and sententiously. They say, look how many feathers she hath, so many eyes she hath underneath; so many tongues; so many voices; she pricks up so many ears.”

“Strange secrets are let out by Death
Who blabs so oft the follies of this world.”

“It is worthy the observing, that there is no passion in the mind of man, so weak, but it mates, and masters, the fear of death; and therefore, death is no such terrible enemy, when a man hath so many attendants about him, that can win the combat of him. Revenge triumphs over death; love slights it; honor aspireth to it; grief flieth to it; fear preoccupieth it.”

“Life is for the living.
Death is for the dead.
Let life be like music.
And death a note unsaid.”

“He who hath many friends hath none.”