Death twitches my ear. “Live,” he says, “I am coming.” – Virgil, Minor Poems, Copa Category: Carpe Diem
The proper function of man is to live, not to exist. I shall not waste my days in trying to prolong them. – Jack London Category: Carpe Diem
The bitterest tears shed over graves are for words left unsaid and for deeds left undone. – Harriet Beecher Stowe, Little Foxes, 1865 Category: Carpe Diem
It is the dissimilarities and inequalities among men which give rise to the notion of honor as such differences become less, it grows feeble and when they disappear, it will vanish too. – Alexis de Tocqueville Category: Men
