Death unites as well as separates; it silences all paltry feeling.
(Honoré De Balzac (1799-1850), French novelist. Narrator, in Letters of Two Brides (Mémoires de Deux Jeunes Mariées), in La Presse (1841-1842), Souverain (1842), included in the Scènes de la Vie Privée in the Comédie humaine (1845, trans. by George Saintsbury, 1971).)
Once one's up against it, the precise manner of one's death has obviously small importance.
(Albert Camus (1913-1960), Algerian-born French journalist, writer. Meursault, in The Outsider, part 2, ch. 5, p. 112, trans. by Stuart Gilbert, Penguin Modern Classics (1965).
Meursault's reflections upon his imminent death.)