I no longer shall tinker with the machinery of death.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
For the dead there are no more toils.
I can't die now, I have so much work to do.
I will seize fate by the throat; it shall certainly never wholly overcome me.
I'll perform all the way to the grave.
In the face of death, we will continue to choose and sanctify life.
We will all rise from the grave.
I am become death, the destroyer of worlds.
I shall have more to say when I am dead.
The ceaseless labour of your life is to build the house of death.
Some day I shall be President.