Our life is made by the death of others.
As a well spent day brings happy sleep, so life well used brings happy death.
O sleepers! What a thing is slumber! Sleep resembles death. Ah, why then dost thou not work in such wise as that after death thou mayst retain a resemblance to perfect life, when, during life, thou art in sleep so like to the hapless dead?
As a day well spent procures a happy sleep, so a life well employed procures a happy death.
I love those who can smile in trouble, who can gather strength from distress, and grow brave by reflection. 'Tis the business of little minds to shrink, but they whose heart is firm, and whose conscience approves their conduct, will pursue their principles unto death.