The truest lengthening of life is to live while we live, wasting no time but using every hour for the highest ends. So be it this day.

You get one life. I'm going to embrace mine.

The most precious thing a human being has to give is time. There is so very little of it, after all, in a life.

Time is the capital of your life, so spend it wisely.

Life is too short, or too long, for me to allow myself the luxury of living it so badly.

The rhythm of the weekend, with its birth, its planned gaiety, and its announced end, followed the rhythm of life and was a substitute for it.

We need to be reminded that there is nothing morbid about honestly confronting the fact of life's end, and preparing for it so that we may go gracefully and peacefully.

I shall live this day as if it is my last. And if it is not, I shall fall to my knees and give thanks.

But in the meantime all the life you have or ever will have is today, tonight, tomorrow, today, tonight, tomorrow, over and over again (I hope), ...

Today is only one day in all the days that will ever be.

No, he thought, when everything you do, you do too long, and do too late, you can't expect to find the people still there. The people all are gone. The party's over and you are with your hostess now. I'm getting as bored with dying as with everything else, he thought.

And just then it occurred to him that he was going to die. It came with a rush; not as a rush of water nor of wind; but of a sudden, evil-smelling emptiness and the odd thing was that the hyena slipped lightly along the edge of it.