Half our days we pass in the shadow of the earth; and the brother of death exacteth a third part of our lives.
Thomas BrowneWhosoever enjoys not this life, I count him but an apparition, though he wear about him the sensible affections of flesh. In these moral acceptions, the way to be immortal is to die daily.
Thomas BrowneAge doth not rectify, but incurvate our natures, turning bad dispositions into worser habits.
Thomas Browne