Just where death is expecting you is something we cannot know; so, for your part, expect him everywhere.
Death keeps no calendar.
You can still die when the sun is shining.
How fragile life was, how fleeting their days on earth, and how fickle was Death, claiming the young as often as the old, the healthy as often as the ailing, cruelly stealing away a baby's first breath, a mother's fading heartbeat.
Death aims with fouler spiteAt fairer marks.
The one certain thing was that death never came at an expected moment.
Death keepes no Calender.
Death is as unexpected in his caprice as a courtesan in her disdain; but death is truer – Death has never forsaken any man
Any medical man who predicts exactly when a patient will die, or exactly how long he will live, is bound to make a fool of himself. The human factor is always incalculable. The weak have often unexpected powers of resistance, the strong sometimes succumb.
