John Heywood Quotes

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.

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

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

Death is the great leveller.

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.

The sole equality on earth is death.

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

Death renders all equal.

Who's a prince or beggar in the grave?

What happens is we're all gonna return to dirt, so at the end of the day we're all equal.

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

This is the secret that none dares tell who fights for a cause. Dying, we are all alike.

The grave unites; where e'en the great find rest, And blended lie th' oppressor and th' oppressed!

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.

One may live as a conqueror, a king, or a magistrate; but he must die a man. The bed of death brings every human being to his pure individuality, to the intense contemplation of that deepest and most solemn of all relations - the relations between the creature and his Creator.

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

HAMLET [...] we fat all creatures else to fat us, and we fat ourselves for maggots. Your fat king and your lean beggar is but variable service, two dishes, but to one table; that's the end. CLAUDIUS Alas, alas. HAMLET A man may fish with the worm that hath eat of a king, and eat of the fish that hath fed of that worm. CLAUDIUS What dost thou mean by this? HAMLET Nothing but to show you how a king may go a progress through the guts of a beggar.

In the end, death came uniformly to all, and all extracted as much satisfaction from their dying as this essentially graceless process could afford.

Death haunts everyone and never fails.

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

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.

Nobody deserves death, yet everybody gets it.

The one thing you share with every mortal is death.