Curse ruthless time! Curse our mortality. How cruelly short is the allotted span for all we must cram into it!

I'm bored with it all.

Who knows if to live is to be dead, and to be dead, to live? And we really, it may be, are dead; in fact I once heard sages say that we are now dead, and the body is our tomb.

In this world, hate never yet dispelled hate, only love dispels hate. This is the law, ancient and inexhaustible. You too shall pass away. Knowing this, how can you quarrel.

Remembering that I'll be dead soon is the most important tool I've ever encountered to help make the big choices in life. Remembering that you are going to die is the best way I know to avoid the trap of thinking you have something to lose.

Fear of failure falls away in the face of death.