Equality in Death 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.

And death makes equal the high and low.

The grave is, I suspect, the sole commonwealth which attains that dead flat of social equality that life in its every principle so heartily abhors.

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.

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

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

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.

Six feet of dirt make all men equal.

Whether people be of high or low birth, rich or poor, old or young, enlightened or confused, they are all alike in that they will one day die.

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

Death levels all.

There are no "white" or "colored" signs on the foxholes or graveyards of battle.

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.

We're all cremated equal.

Disease generally begins that equality which death completes; the distinctions which set one man so much above another are very little perceived in the gloom of a sick chamber, where it will be vain to expect entertainment from the gay, or instruction from the wise; where all human glory is obliterated, the wit is clouded, the reasoner perplexed, and the hero subdued; where the highest and brightest of mortal beings finds nothing left him but the consciousness of innocence.

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

Philosophy has often attempted to repress insolence by asserting that all conditions are leveled by death; a position which, however it may defect the happy, will seldom afford much comfort to the wretched.

The laws of Pluto's kingdom know small difference between king and cobbler, manager and call-boy; and, if haply your dates of life were conterminant, you are quietly taking your passage, cheek by cheek (O ignoble levelling of Death) with the shade of some recently departed candle-snuffer.

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.

Who's a prince or beggar in the grave?

When the last moment arrives, praise and blame will be the same to you, to me, and to others. We are here to work, and will have to leave all when the call comes.