If you live each day as it was your last, someday you'll most certainly be right.

If you want to touch the past, touch a rock. If you want to touch the present, touch a flower. If you want to touch the future, touch a life.

The silver swan, who living had no note,When death approached unlocked her silent throat;Leaning her breast against the reedy shore,Thus sung her first and last, and sung no more:Farewell, all joys; O death, come close mine eyes;More geese than swans now live, more fools than wise.

He that is today a king tomorrow shall die.

Life moves pretty fast. If you don't stop to look around once in a while you could miss it.

This parrot is no more. It has ceased to be. It's expired and gone to meet its maker. This is a late parrot. It's a stiff. Bereft of life, it rests in peace. If you hadn't nailed it to the perch, it would be pushing up the daisies. It's rung down the curtain and joined the choir invisible. This is an ex-parrot.

Our days begin with trouble here,Our life is but a span,And cruel death is always near,So frail a thing is man.

The ski bum trades security for face shots, the future for the moment. Considering how hollow the promise of a corporate career has become, who can say the ski bum is not the wiser investor in his or her youth?

[Joe Gillis]: You used to be in silent pictures. You used to be big.[Norma Desmond]: I am big. It's the pictures that got small.

Lord, make me to know mine end, and the measure of my days, what it is; that I may know how frail I am.

Even so we in like manner, as soon as we were born, began to draw to our end.

Little ladybug on my arm you wear a heart as part of your charm You joined me on this sunny day just for a moment then you flew away.