The thoughts that linger are the "If only" questions, like Who could I have become if I had finally done the things I always wanted to do? The gift of deciding to face your mortality without turning away or flinching is the gift of recognizing that because you WILL die, you must live NOW. Whether you flounder or flourish is always in your hands. You are the single biggest influence in your life. Your journey begins with the choice to get up, step out, and live. Fully.

Life has been your art. You have set yourself to music. Your days are your sonnets.

If I could get back my youth, I'd do anything in the world except get up early, take exercise or be respectable.

Don't squander the gold of your days, listening to the tedious, trying to improve the hopeless failure, or giving away your life to the ignorant, the common, and the vulgar

Time is jealous of you, and wars against your lilies and your roses.

The tragedy of growing old is not that one is old but that one is young.

We all have two lives, your second one begins when you realize you've only got one.

You do not understand even life. How can you understand death?

He poured the tumbler full. Drink up, he said. The world goes on. We have dancing nightly and this night is no exception. The straight and the winding way are one and now that you are here what do the years count since last we two met together? Men's memories are uncertain and the past that was differs little from the past that was not.

The man smiled at him a sly smile. As if they knew a secret between them, these two. Something of age and youth and their claims and the justice of those claims. And of the claims upon them. The world past, the world to come. Their common transiencies. Above all a knowing deep in the bone that beauty and loss are one.

People were always getting ready for tomorrow. I didnt believe in that. Tomorrow wasnt getting ready for them. It didnt even know they were there.

He said that whether a man's life was writ in a book someplace or whether it took its form day by day was one and the same for it had but one reality and that was the living of it.