Do not fear death.

Whether you kill one man or a hundred, you're just a man who can only be hanged once.

In my strategy, the training for killing enemies is by way of many contests, fighting for survival, discovering the meaning of life and death, learning the Way of the sword, judging the strength of attacks and understanding the Way of the "edge and ridge" of the sword.

Katsu! / On the death bed - Katsu!
Let he who has eyes see!
Katsu! Katsu! Katsu!
And once again, Katsu!
Katsu!

[Sanjuro has just killed two men and cut the arm off a third] Coffin maker. Two coffins... No, better make it three.

Trapped in Purgatory
A lifeless object, alive
Awaiting reprisal
Death will be their acquisition

It is the duty of man to raise up man. One is guilty of all abjection that one does not help to relieve. Only those who spread treachery, fire, and death out of hatred for the prosperity of others are undeserving of pity.

Anon Britannia droops the pensive head, While round increase the rising hills of dead. Ah! cruel blindness to Columbia's state! Lament thy thirst of boundless power too late. Proceed, great chief, with virtue on thy side,

Perdiccas threatened to put him to death unless he came to him, "That's nothing wonderful," Diogenes said, "for a beetle or a tarantula would do the same.

Somebody,' said Jacques, 'your father or mine, should have told us that not many people have ever died of love. But multitudes have perished, and are perishing every hour — and in the oddest places! — for the lack of it.

This time it is real — all must die, and where could mountaineer find a more glorious death!

I am not ready to die because it requires infinitely higher courage to live.

How horrible it is to have so many people killed! And what a blessing that one cares for none of them!

What difference does it make to the dead, the orphans, and the homeless, whether the mad destruction is wrought under the name of totalitarianism or the holy name of liberty and democracy?

a. Does a Human Being Have the Right to Let Himself Be Put to Death for the Truth? by H.H.

On a night full of symbols
The moon is like an invalid's pallid face
Like a mistaken shifted time
And death, like a doctor standing before the bed