No trial has ever shown before a reduction in severe mortality with a new anti-malarial drug.

For nothing is evil in the beginning.

... life itself is brief, and that is what charges the day with such ridiculous beauty.

Maybe there really isn't any such thing as mortality; life simply wears us out with love.

That flesh is but the glasse, which holds the dust That measures all our time; which also shall Be crumbled into dust.

You may see the mortality rate go up -- but that's not necessarily because SARS per se is getting worse,

I am tired with my own life and the lives of those after me, I am dying in my own death and the deaths of those after me.

Mortality: not acquittal but a series of postponements is what we hope for.

Life is used up all the same, whether we save, spend, or waste it.

What will die with me when I die, what pathetic or fragile form will the world lose?