Death is the liberator of him whom freedom cannot release, the physician of him whom medicine cannot cure, and the comforter of him whom time cannot console.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
When death is imminent and dying patients find their suffering unbearable, then the physician's role should shift from healing to relieving suffering in accord with the patient's wishes.
We ourselves can die with comfort and even with joy if we know that death is but a passport to blessedness, that this intellect, freed from all material chains, shall rise and shine.
One who does not know when to die, does not know how to live.
Death is a release from the impressions of the senses, and from desires that make us their puppets, and from the vagaries of the mind, and from the hard service of the flesh.
Every therapeutic cure, and still more, any awkward attempt to show the patient the truth, tears him from the cradle of his freedom from responsibility and must therefore reckon with the most vehement resistance.
Death is the tyrant of the imagination.
Death is a commingling of eternity with time; in the death of a good man, eternity is seen looking through time.
Man lives freely only by his readiness to die, if need be, at the hands of his brother, never by killing him.
Unable are the loved to die, for love is immortality.
Death is not treatment, even if it's medically facilitated.