The price of anything is the amount of life you exchange for it.
NOTHING which life has to offer is worth the price of worry
Money can't buy life.
After all the highways, and the trains, and the appointments, and the years, you end up worth more dead than alive.
Living too long exacts a painful price.
We all pay for life with death, so everything in between should be free.
Old age, after all, is merely the punishment for having lived.
Every luxury must be paid for, and everything is a luxury, starting with being in this world.
One's days were too brief to take the burden of another's errors on one's shoulders. Each man lived his own life and paid his own price for living it.
We pay when old for the excesses of youth.
