Morose thoughts one should never send to a distance. Goethe.

Moroseness is the evening of turbulence. Landor.

Mors et fugacem persequitur virum—Death 55 pursues the man as he flees from it. Hor.

Mors ipsa refugit sæpe virum!—Death itself often takes flight at the presence of a man. Lucan.

Mors janua vitæ—Death is the gate of life.

Mors laborum ac miseriarum quies est!—Death is repose from all our toils and miseries. Cic.

Mors potius macula—Death rather than disgrace. M.

Mors sola fatetur / Quantula sint hominum 60 corpuscula—Death alone discloses how insignificant are the puny bodies of us men. Juv.

Mors ultima linea rerum est—Death is the farthest limit of our changing life. Hor.

Mortales inimicitias, sempiternas amicitias—Be our enmities for time, our friendships for eternity. Cic.