There is no man so blessed that some who stand by his deathbed won't hail the occasion with delight.
Marcus AureliusThou sufferest justly: for thou choosest rather to become good to-morrow than to be good to-day.
Marcus AureliusIn the life of a man, his time is but a moment, his being an incessant flux, his sense a dim rushlight, his body a prey of worms, his soul an unquiet eddy, his fortune dark, his fame doubtful. In short, all that is body is as coursing waters, all that is of the soul as dreams and vapors.
Marcus Aurelius