Time is long but life is short.
Do not try to live forever. You will not succeed.
Vegetarianism serves as the criterion by which we know that the pursuit of moral perfection on the part of humanity is genuine and sincere.
Be bad, but at least don't be a liar, a deceiver!
I am not the least afraid to die.
Just as a line drawn on water with a stick will quickly vanish and will not last long; even so is human life like a line drawn on water. It is short, limited, and brief; it is full of suffering, full of tribulation. This one should wisely understand, one should do good and live a pure life; for none who is born can escape death.
Our bodies are perishable, wealth is not at all permanent and death is always nearby. Therefore we must immediately engage in acts of merit.
Wealth, a friend, a wife, and a kingdom may be regained; but this body when lost may never be acquired again.
All individual things pass away, strive on untiringly.
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.
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.
Unindicated and unknown is the length of life of those subject to death.
All too soon this body will lie on the ground, cast aside, deprived of consciousness, like a useless scrap of wood.
I shall live here in the rains, there in winter, elsewhere in summer, muses the fool, not aware of the nearness of death.
Many do not realize that We here must die. For those who realize this, quarrels end.
Of bones the city is made, Plastered with flesh and blood, Where decay and death are deposited, And pride, and ingratitude.
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.
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.
Death offers mankind a full view of truth.
The wise man seeks death all his life, and for this reason death is not terrifying to him.
