All men must die

Every man is put on earth condemned to die. Time and method of execution unknown.

Every man dies. Not every man really lives.

Every man dies. Not every man lives.

Yet all things must die.
The stream will cease to flow;
The wind will cease to blow;
The clouds will cease to fleet;
The heart will cease to beat;
For all things must die.
All things must die.

All who are born are always dying.

Are we all destined to die as failures? Just

Presque tous les hommes meurent de leurs remèdes, et non pas de leurs maladies.

All men kill the thing they hate, too, unless, of course, it kills them first.

I'm writing this book because we're all going to die.

All mankind’s institutions, of every sort,
have their own death, though in what long endures
it is hidden from you, your own lives being short.
[XVI:79-81]

We all end up dead, it’s just a question of how and why.

All men are sinners.

Death is here and death is there,
Death is busy everywhere,
All around, within, beneath,
Above is death - and we are death.

Death has set his mark and seal
On all we are and all we feel,
On all we know and all we fear,

First our pleasures die - and then
Our hopes, and then our fears - and when
These are dead, the debt is due,
Dust claims dust - and we die too.

All things that we love and cherish,
Like ourselves must fade and perish;
Such is our rude mortal lot -
Love itself would, did they not.