Non est, crede rnihi sapientis dicere "vivam."
Sera nimis vita est crastina, vive hodie.
It is not, believe me, the act of a wise man to say, "I will live." To-morrow's life is too late; live to-day.
Cras vives; hodie jam vivere,Postume, serum est.
Ille sapit, quisquis, Postume, vixit heri.
To-morrow I will live, the fool does say;
To-day itself 's too late, the wise lived yesterday.
He who thinks that the lives of Priam and of
Nestor were long is much deceived and mistaken.
Life consists not in living, but in enjoying health.
Martial—Epigrams. Bk. VI.
Ampliatsetatisspatiumsibivir bonus: hoc est
vivere bis, vita posse priore frui.
A good man doubles the length of his existence; to have lived so as to look back with
pleasure on our past existence is to live twice.
Martial—Epigrams. X. 23. 7.
On the long dusty ribbon of the long city street,
The pageant of life is passing me on multitudinous feet.
With a word here of the hills, and a song there of the sea
And—the great movement changes—the pageant passes me.
While we least think it he prepares his Mate.
Mate, and the King's pawn played, it never
Though all the earth is dust of taken pieces.
Man cannot call the brimming instant back;
Time's an affair of instants spun to days;
If man must make an instant gold, or black,
Let him, he may; but Time must go his ways.
Life may be duller for an instant's blaze.
Life's an affair of instants spun to years,
Instants are only cause of all these tears.
Wide is the gate and broad is the way that
leadeth to destruction.
Strait is the gate and narrow is the way
which leadeth unto life.
Life is a mission. Every other definition of
life is false, and leads all who accept it astray. Religion, science, philosophy, though still at variance upon many points, all agree in this, that every existence is an aim.
Life hath set
No landmarks before us.
When life leaps in the veins, when it beats in the
heart.
When it thrills as it fills every animate part,
Where lurks it? how works it? * * * we
scarcely detect it.
Il torre altrui la vita
Si facolta commune
Al piu vil della terra; il darla 6 solo
De' Numi, e de' Regnanti.
To take away life is a power which the
vilest of the earth have in common; to give
it belongs to gods and kings alone.
A man's best things are nearest him,
Lie close about his feet.
For men to tell how human life began
Is hard; for who himself beginning knew?
Nor love thy life, nor hate; but what thou liv'st
Live well; how long or short permit to heav'n.
Were I to live my life over again, I should live it just as I have done. I neither complain of the past, nor do I fear the future.
La vie est vaine:
Un peu d'amour,
Un peu de haine—
Et puis-bonjourl
La vie est breve:
Un peu d'espoir,
Un peu de reve—
Et puis—bon soirl
Life is but jest:
A dream, a doom;
A gleam, a gloom—
And then—good rest!
Life is but play;
A throb, a tear:
A sob, a sneer;
And then—good day.
English Trans, by Author. Quoted by
Du Maurier in Trilby
’Tis not the whole of life to live;
Nor all of death to die.
