Jane Sherwood Ace Quotes

Death levels all.

Death comes equally to us all, and makes us all equal when it comes.

We were equals once when we lay new-born babes on our nurse's knees. We will be equal again when they tie up our jaws for the last sleep.

In the democracy of the dead all men are at last equal. There is neither rank nor station nor prerogative in the republic of the grave.

When I die bury me in smoke.

All men are free and equal in the grave, if it comes to that.

The impartial earth opens alike for the child of the pauper and the king.

Death does not discriminate; whether saints or sinners, in the end, all are equal.

Death renders all equal.

And they die an equal death — the idler and the man of mighty deeds.

Boy, when you're dead, they really fix you up. I hope to hell when I do die somebody has sense enough to just dump me in the river or something. Anything except sticking me in a goddam cemetery. People coming and putting a bunch of flowers on your stomach on Sunday, and all that crap. Who wants flowers when you're dead?

[On an epitaph for herself:] Under here, we're all equal.

ashes or diamonds foe or friend we're all equal in the end

Death is the great leveller.

In death, Alexander of Macedon's end differed no whit from his stable-boy's. Either both were received into the same generative principle of the universe, or both alike were dispersed into atoms.

Mortals are equal; their mask differs.

Six feet of dirt make all men equal.

The tall, the wise, the reverend head Must lie as low as ours.

Love like Death,, Levels all ranks, and lays the shepherd's crook Beside the scepter

Fate with impartial hand turns out the doom of high and low; her capacious urn is constantly shaking the names of all mankind.

. . . my bones they'll burn or bury. It'll be my death.

Fat men get knocked over by buses no earlier, nor later, than thin men. And I, for one, have buried most of my thin friends.

Who's a prince or beggar in the grave?