Longevity (n.) needs no apology: asked at a hundred and seven why he consented to stay alive so long, Gorgias said, \"I have no fault to find with old age.\"
Longevity (n.) sees much to shun and much for tears — and perhaps much that gives pleasure too; and tears come in youth as well.
Longevity (n.) is never long, for nothing is long in which there is any \"last\": when it arrives all the past has slipped away, and only what virtue achieved remains.
Longevity (n.) can be a curse: had Pompey died of his fever at Naples he would have died in all his glory; living on bought him war, flight, and death at the hands of slaves.
A Longevity (n.) is long only by proportion: by the Hypanis lives an insect whose life is one day, and the one that dies at sunset dies very old — set against eternity, so do we.
Longevity (n.) is wasted on stags and crows, Theophrastus complained as he died, and denied to men, who might have perfected every art with it.