The birthdays we hail so blithely are strokes of the passing bell.
W. E. H. Lecky.
“Dost thou love life? Then do not squander time, for that is the stuff life is made of.” (Franklin, Poor Richard’s Almanack, 1757.)
Nothing is of greater value than a single day.
Goethe (Spruche im Prosa).
Tears for the passionate hearts I might have won,
Tears for the age with which I might have striven,