Death Equality Quotes

Riches cannot rescue from the grave, which claims alike the monarch and the slave.

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

The Impartial Friend: Death, the only immortal who treats us all alike, whose pity and whose peace and whose refuge are for all--the soiled and the pure, the rich and the poor, the loved and the unloved.

Since the invention of gunpowder has armed the weak as well as the strong with missile death, bodily strength, like beauty, good humor, politeness and other accomplishments, has become but an auxiliary ground of distinction.

Peace We passed their graves: The dead men there, Winners or losers, Did not care. In the dark They could not see Who had gained The victory.

We came equals into this world, and equals shall we go out of it.

When you die it's the same as if everybody else did too.

Pale death knocks with impartial foot at poor men's hovels and king's palaces.

Pale death approaches with equal step, and knocks indiscriminately at the door of teh cottage, and the portals of the palace.

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.

Rich man and poor move side by side toward the limit of death.

The only place where you can find equality is in the cemetery.

Even when someone battles hard, there is an equal portion for one who lingers behind, and in the same honor are held both the coward and the brave man; the idle man and he who has done much meet death alike.

In life you may be poor or rich, but death is the great equalizer. The greatest communism is in death. Howsoever you live, it makes no difference; death happens equally. In life, equality is impossible; in death, inequality is impossible. Become aware of it, contemplate it.

If all were equalized by death, as the medieval idea constantly emphasized, was it not possible that inequalities on earth were contrary to the will of God?

Death doesn't just make all the world kin, it makes all religions one

Pale Death beats equally at the poor man's gate and at the palaces of kings.

What are gods for if not to sit in judgment over men? The Many-Faced God does not weigh men's souls, however. He gives his gift to the best of men as he gives it to the worst. Elsewise the good would live forever.

Maybe death is the great equalizer, the one big thing that can finally make strangers shed a tear for one another

Pale death, with impartial step, knocks at the hut of the poor and the towers of kings.

Life is always sad. That's what makes suicide so tempting because life is all that we really have and haven't. Death makes us equals, too, because the foul and the good all die. The past, the present, and the future-what escape is there from these? None-and yet sometimes we are life's happy victims.

As men, we are all equal in the presence of death.

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