“Death, the most dreaded of all evils, is therefore of no concern to us; for while we exist

Death is not present, and when death is present we no longer exist.”

Epicurus (c. 341–271 B.C.), Greek philosopher

 

If this be love, to clothe me with dark thoughts,
Haunting untrodden paths to wail apart;
My pleasures horror, music tragic notes,
Tears in mine eyes and sorrow at my heart.
If this be love, to live a living death,
Then do I love and draw this weary breath.

Samuel Daniel (1562–1619), British poet.