Hours of ecstasy are never more than a moment

The shadow of the passions of the moment transversed this grand and gentle spirit occupied with eternal things.

What is more melancholy and more profound than to see a thousand objects for the first and the last time? To travel is to be born and to die at every instant;

He sleeps. Although his fate was very strange, He lived. He died when he had no longer his angel. The thing came to pass simply, of itself, As the night comes when day is gone. a

It is the lineaments of the years which form the countenance of the century.

Have mercy on me, Lord, for I am weak; remember, Lord, how short my time is; remember that I am but flesh, a wind that passeth away, and cometh not again. My days are as grass, as a flower of the field; for the wind goeth over me, and I am gone, and my place shall know me no more.

The house, it's already been a-settin' here for a hundred years. It'll be right here tomorrow. It's today I must be livin'.

It's today I must be living.

We have only one life. We may waste it, or we may use it to learn of God and what God wants for us. And we all make mistakes. Only one life.

Dying seems less sad than having lived too little.

What all of us know put together don't mean anything. Nothing don't mean anything. We are here for a spell and pass on. Anyone who thinks that civilization has advanced is an egotist.

All say, "How hard it is that we have to die" — a strange complaint to come from the mouths of people who have had to live.