A Life (n.) can be cut in two, the first individual dying when the books appear and the second being born.
Life (n.) while you are alive is the rule: suffer, die, or get better, but live while you are alive.
Life (n.) here is only half-life: my vices tell me the life of the soul begins with the death of the body.
Life (n.) is the trade I would teach him: when he leaves me he will be neither magistrate, soldier nor priest — he will be a man.
Life (n.) is called short by people doing their best to shorten it: they complain time flies, yet would pay to be rid of every hour between themselves and the desired moment.
Life (n.) is never too short for one who does not wish time away: for him life and the joy of life are one, and dying young he would still die full of days.
Life (n.) is not breath but action; it consists less in length of days than in the keen sense of living — a man may be buried at a hundred who never lived at all.
Life (n.) can pass unlived for a man to whom to live was to love: at forty-five he had never once loved a determinate object, and felt himself hastening to death without having lived.
Life (n.) is short not because of how little time it lasts but because we are allowed scarcely any of it to enjoy: at first we don't know how to live, and when we know, it is too late.
Life (n.) for the citizen is no longer a bounty of nature but a gift made conditionally by the State: when the prince says it is expedient that you should die, he ought to die.
Life (n.) is priced higher as it loses value: the old regret it more than the young, since they do not want to lose all they spent preparing to enjoy it — at sixty it is cruel to die before one has begun to live.