Death is sometimes a punishment, often a gift; to many it has been a favor.
What you do for an ungrateful man is thrown away.
How can a thing possibly govern others when it cannot be governed itself?
He who does not want to die should not want to live. For life is tendered to us with the proviso of death. Life is the way to this destination.
Make haste to live, and consider each day a life.
Men's language is as their lives.