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

Our repugnance to death increases in proportion to our consciousness of having lived in vain. – William Hazlitt, On the Love of Life, 1815

As if you could kill time without injuring eternity. – Henry David Thoreau, “Economy,” Walden, 1854