We are just statistics, born to consume resources.
Do you count your birthdays with gratitude?
There are faults we would fain pardon.
Let him who has enough ask for nothing more.
Tomorrow do thy worst, for I have lived today.
In the midst of hopes and cares, of apprehensions and of disquietude, regard every day that dawns upon you as if it was to be your last; then super-added hours, to the enjoyment of which you had not looked forward, will prove an acceptable boon.