We are fastened to a dying animal.
I wonder if one of the penalties of growing older is that you become more and more conscious that nothing is very permanent.
When we exist, death is not yet present, and when death is present, then we do not exist.
It is the lot of man but once to die.
The life we've been leading couldn't last forever. It's a wonder it lasted as long as it did.
The tragedy of human life consists in our vain attempts to stretch the limits of things which can never become unlimited, to reach the infinite by absurdly adding to the rungs of the ladder of the finite.
