I dont suppose anybody ever deliberately listens to a watch or a clock. You dont have to. You can be oblivious to the sound for a long while, then in a second of ticking it can create in the mind unbroken the long diminishing parade of time you didn't hear.

Perhaps the best cure for the fear of death is to reflect that life has a beginning as well as an end. There was a time when we were not: this gives us no concern. Why, then, should it trouble us that a time will come when we shall cease to be?

The best use of life is to spend it for something that outlasts it.

The more of the details of our daily life we can hand over to the effortless custody of automatism, the more our higher powers of mind will be set free for their own proper work.

Live as you will have wished to have lived when you are dying.

I certainly hope I'm not still answering child-star questions by the time I reach menopause.

When it's time to die, let us not discover that we have never lived.

It is not enough to be busy... The question is: what are we busy about?

My life has been the poem I would have writ, But I could not both live and utter it.

Most people dread finding out when they come to die that they have never really lived.

We seem but to linger in manhood to tell the dreams of our childhood, and they vanish out of memory ere we learn the language.

We steal if we touch tomorrow. It is God's.