Death twitches my ear. “Live,” he says, “I am coming.” – Virgil, Minor Poems, Copa

The tragedy of life is not that it ends so soon, but that we wait so long to begin it. – Author unknown, sometimes attributed to W.M. Lewis

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