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.

Wealth, a friend, a wife, and a kingdom may be regained; but this body when lost may never be acquired again.

A system of morality which is based on relative emotional values is a mere illusion, a thoroughly vulgar conception which has nothing sound in it and nothing true.

Our bodies are perishable, wealth is not at all permanent and death is always nearby. Therefore we must immediately engage in acts of merit.

I am not the least afraid to die.