Do not try to live forever. You will not succeed.

You live you die and death not ends it.

While I thought that I was learning how to live, I have been learning how to die.

I shall live here in the rains, there in winter, elsewhere in summer, muses the fool, not aware of the nearness of death.

Those who have come to be, those who will be: All will go, leaving the body behind. The skillful person, realizing the loss of all, should live the holy life ardently.

Life is swept along, next-to-nothing its span. For one swept to old age no shelters exist. Perceiving this danger in death, one should drop the world's bait and look for peace.