The ceaseless labour of your life is to build the house of death.

The continuous labor of your life is to build the house of death

I want death to find me planting my cabbages, but caring little for it, and even less for my imperfect garden

It is not death, it is dying that alarms me.

He who would teach men to die would at the same time teach them to live.

The value of life lies not in the length of days, but in the use we make of them... Whether you find satisfaction in life depends not on your tale of years, but on your will.