What mancan you show me who places any value on his time, who reckons the worth of each day, who understands that he isdying daily? For we are mistaken when we look forward to death; the major portion of death has already passed,Whatever years be behind us are in death's hands.

They are pleased to deceive themselves, as if they deceived Fate at the same time.

It is regret for the absence of his loved one which causes a mourner to grieve: yet it is clear that this in itself is bearable enough; for we do not weep at their being absent or intending to be absent during their lifetime, although when they leave our sight we have no more pleasure in them. What tortures us, therefore, is an idea.

Even in the longest life real living is the least portion thereof.

It takes all of our life to learn how to live, and – something that may surprise you more – it takes just as long to learn how to die.

Aequat omnes cinis.

Deve-se aprender a viver por toda a vida, e, por mais que tu talvez te espantes, a vida toda é um aprender a morrer.

No one dies except on his own day. You are throwing away none of your own time; for what you leave behind does not belong to you.