From the middle of life onward, only he remains vitally alive who is ready to die with life.

Everyone alive will die, but not everyone alive will live.

I know that I am going to die, and I'm ready to do so.

Men are generally idle, and ready to satisfy themselves, and intimidate the industry of others, by calling that impossible which is only difficult

What then remains but that we still should cry for being born, and, being born, to die?

We are long before we are convinced that happiness is never to be found, and each believes it possessed by others, to keep alive the hope of obtaining it for himself.