Death is not the greatest loss in life. The greatest loss is what dies inside us while we live.
Every man knows when his life began. . . If I did not exist in the past, why should I, or could I, exist in the future? The purpose of man is like the purpose of the pollywog-to wiggle along as far as he can without dying, or, to hang onto life until death takes him.
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