It is not death that kills us, but life. We are done to death by life.
...a pie so delicate, so luscious, that I hope to be propped up on my dying bed and fed a generous portion. Then I think that I should refuse outright to die, for life would be too good to relinquish.
A woman has got to love a bad man once or twice in her life, to be thankful for a good one.