Not a soul takes thought how well he may live- only how long: yet a good life might be everybody's, a long one can be nobody's.
Seneca the YoungerPain, scorned by yonder gout-ridden wretch, endured by yonder dyspeptic in the midst of his dainties, borne bravely by the girl in travail. Slight thou art, if I can bear thee, short thou art if I cannot bear thee!
Seneca the Younger