All of the days go toward death and the last one arrives there.

Wherever your life ends, it is all there. The utility of living consists not in the length of days, but in the use of time; a man may have lived long, and yet lived but a little. Make use of time while it is present with you. It depends upon your will, and not upon the number of days, to have a sufficient length of life. Is it possible you can imagine never to arrive at the place towards which you are continually going? and yet there is no journey but hath its end. And, if company will make it more pleasant or more easy to you, does not all the world go the self-same way?

Live as long as you please, you will strike nothing off the time you will have to spend dead.

The day of your birth is one day's advance towards the grave.

He who would teach men to die would teach them to live.

All the opinions of the world agree in this, that pleasure is our end.

I want death to find me planting my cabbages.

Whatever can be done another day can be done today.

He who should teach men to die would at the same time teach them to live.

The thing I fear most is fear.