We do not do what we want and yet we are responsible for what we are — that is the fact. – Jean Paul Sartre, Situations, 1939

I have spent my days stringing and unstringing my instrument, while the song I came to sing remains unsung. – Tagore

Life is not lost by dying; life is lost minute by minute, day by dragging day, in all the thousand small uncaring ways. РStephen Vincent Ben̩t

There was George, throwing away in hideous sloth the inestimable gift of time; his valuable life, every second of which he would have to account for hereafter, passing away from him, unused…. sprawling there, sunk in soul-clogging oblivion. – Jerome K. Jerome, Three Men in a Boat (To Say Nothing of the Dog), 1889