Our life is what our thoughts make it.
Infinity is a fathomless gulf, into which all things vanish.
I consist of a little body and a soul.
If it's in your control, why do you do it? If it's in someone else's control, then who are you blaming? Atoms? The gods? Stupid either way. Blame no one. Set people straight, if you can. If not, just repair the damage.
Everything that happens, happens as it should.
Even while a thing is in the act of coming into existence, some part of it has already ceased to be.