Quote by Walter Scott
To always be intending to live a new life, but never find time to

To always be intending to live a new life, but never find time to set about it — this is as if a man should put off eating and drinking from one day to another till he be starved and destroyed. – Walter Scott

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One crowded hour of glorious life is worth an age without a name. – Walter Scott

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All men who have turned out worth anything have had the chief hand in their own education. – Walter Scott

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Unless a tree has borne blossoms in spring, you will vainly look for fruit on it in autumn. – Walter Scott

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Life happens too fast for you ever to think about it. If you could just persuade people of this, but they insist on amassing information. – Kurt Vonnegut, Jr.

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Begin doing what you want to do now. We have only this moment, sparkling like a star in our hand, and melting like a snowflake. – Marie Ray

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Is there life before death? – Author Unknown

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Lost time is never found again. – Benjamin Franklin

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