For we must needs die, and are as water spilt on the ground, which cannot be gathered up again.

Life will always be forever But remember you will not So be remembered forever

One thing you can't recycle is wasted time.

It's like, the front door of the office is like a Cuisinart, and you walk in, and your day is shredded to bits because you have 15 minutes here, 30 minutes there, and something else happens, you're pulled off your work, then you have 20 minutes, then it's lunch, then you have something else to do.

A fixed deadline and a flexible scope are the crucial combination.

I've a great fancy to see my own funeral before I die.

Live life when you have it. Life is a splendid gift-there is nothing small about it.

She only had this moment, and she must fulfill it worthily. Of what use was it to allow herself regret and grief, to ponder endlessly what she might have done differently?

I think about what I've lost instead of thinking about what I have.

Perhaps it was the approach of death that had opened his eyes wide and made him see so clearly.

In spring, Granny would send me off to pick bluets, violets, and windflowers. As the weeks passed, she'd ask for yellow lady's slippers and bleeding hearts, then roses and white rhododendron clusters that grew along the stream. She'd always seem to know the day when the mayflies danced and died. When I'd come back from whatever venture she'd sent me on, she'd talk about how life was precious.

To Suspect your Own Mortality is to Know the Beginning of Terror; To Learn Irrefutably that you are mortal is to Know the End of Terror.