Pale death, with impartial step, knocks at the hut of the poor and the towers of kings.
Dulce et decorum est pro patria mori - It is a sweet and becoming thing to die for ones country.
Pulvis et umbra sumus. ()
Few cross the river of time and are able to reach non-being. Most of them run up and down only on this side of the river. But those who when they know the law follow the path of the law, they shall reach the other shore and go beyond the realm of death.
He has not lived badly whose birth and death has been unnoticed by the world.
Pale Death beats equally at the poor man's gate and at the palaces of kings.
For joys fall not to the rich alone, nor has he lived ill, who from birth to death has passed unknown.