If a white cloth is stained even with a small spot, the stain appears very ugly indeed. So the smalledst fault of a holy man becomes painfully prominent.

An intelligent man knows that death is born along with his own birth.

Death is not extinguishing the light; it is simply putting out the lamp because the dawn has come. Death is not the ultimate reality.

Death visits us only once, never twice and it does not make any distinction between a millionaire and a pauper, why, then, should we be afraid of it? Let us all cast aside and for all these false fears of death.

Do not run away from death, for you can never die before the appointed time, and nothing can save you from dying when the appointed time comes.

For things and their revealations are like the images of a dream…. So long as the dream lasts, all this world appears real to us, the world exists no longer when the dream is finished.

If there were no siege of death, the creature would be bound forever in the form of an imperfect living. Pursued by death he awakes to the idea of perfect life and seeks out its means and its possibility.

If we have to die, we must die like brave men. As human beings with a sense of human dignity, we cannot die crying.

Just as a building supported by strong pillars decays in course of time and comes down, so do men pass away, being victims of old age and death.

To be afraid of death is like being afraid of discarding an old worn- out garment.