Time rushes towards us with its hospital tray of infinitely varied narcotics, even while it is preparing us for its inevitably fatal operation.
‘Tis very certain the desire of life prolongs it.
To be idle is a short road to death and to be diligent is a way of life; foolish people are idle, wise people are diligent.
Cursed is the man who dies, but the evil done by him survives.
Death borders upon our birth, and our cradle stands in the grave.