I'm not a prophet or a stone aged man, just a mortal with potential of a superman. I'm living on.
I don't have too much faith in destiny, or an afterlife. This is it.
In this mortal life, nothing is blessed throughout.
A thousand ages in Thy sight Are like an evening gone; Short as the watch that ends the night Before the rising sun.
There is no way to escape death, it is just like trying to escape by four great mountains touching sky. There is no escape from these four mountains of birth, old age, sickness and death.
We mortals with immortal minds are only born for sufferings and joys, and one could almost say that the most excellent receive joy through sufferings.
Better a life like a falling star, brief bright across the dark, than the long, long waiting of the immortals, loveless and cheerlessly wise.
Life was a pre-death experience.
Living is death; dying is life. We are not what we appear to be. On this side of the grave we are exiles, on that citizens; on this side orphans, on that children.
Fear holds dominion over mortality Only because, seeing in land and sky So much the cause whereof no wise they know, Men think Divinities are working there.
Humanity, divine limitation; Divinity, human perfection.
Nobody's perfect. We're all just one step up from the beasts and one step down from the angels.
I would rather live and love where death is king than have eternal life where love is not.
Only He who really lived a human life (and I presume that only one did) can fully taste the horror of death.
This life at best is but an inn, And we the passengers.
Man with his burning soul Has but an hour of breath To build a ship of Truth In which his soul may sail- Sail on the sea of death. For death takes toll Of beauty, courage, youth, Of all but Truth.
Zeus it seems has given us from youth to old age a nice ball of wool to wind-nothing but wars upon wars until we shall perish every one.
Either the soul is immortal and we shall not die, or it perishes with the flesh and we shall not know that we are dead. Live, then, as if you were eternal.
It is not that death comes, but that life leaves.
As flies to wanton boys, are we to the gods; they kill us for their sport.
The way we are living, timorous or bold, will have been our life.
So all of these things are going on that make you wake up and realize you are a mortal person. You can choose to cruise through your life, but if you do, you're going to open your eyes at some point, and it's gone.
And may we find when ended is the page, Death but a tavern on our pilgrimage.
Thus shall ye think of all this fleeting world: As star at dawn, a bubble in a stream A flash of lightning in a summer cloud A flickering lamp, a phantom, and a dream
Whether you think of it as heavenly or as earthly, if you love life immortality is no consolation for death.
