The innocent brightness of a new-born Day Is lovely yet; The Clouds that gather round the setting sun Do take a sober colouring from an eye That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality...

It has been said that in human life there are moments worth ages... in the climate of England there are, for the lover of Nature, days which are worth whole months, — I might say — even years.

Death is a challenge. It tells us not to waste time... It tells us to tell each other right now that we love each other.

Every moment spent in unhappiness is a moment of happiness lost.

We created time, and now we have become the slave of time.

Live life to the foolish coz life is to short to be wasted.

Do you not know that the largest trees, which have required years to grow, are cut down in one hour? It is foolish to look for their fruits and yet to be unprepared for their fall. Let it be your consolation, then, that God's enemies, however honorable and exalted they may have been, shall nevertheless fade away like the smoke.

Go up in an airplane. Go high enough, and it's like we don't even exist.

Do every act of your life as if it were your last.

Man appears for a little while to laugh and weep, to work and play, and then to go to make room for those who shall follow him in the never-ending cycle.

If you have anything better to be doing when death overtakes you, get to work on that.

Time is short, your obligations are infinite. Are your houses regulated, your children instructed, the afflicted relieved, the poor visited, the work of piety accomplished?