"An ardent throng, we have wandered long, We have searched the centuries through, In flaming pride, we have fought and died, To keep its memory true. We fight and die, but our hopes beat high, In spite of the toil and tears, For we catch the gleam of our vanished dream Down the path of the Untrod Years."

"Victuros agimus semper, nec vivimus unquam."

": We are always beginning to live, but are never living."

"Sera nimis vita est crastina: vive hodie."

": Tomorrow's life is too late. Live today."

"Non est, crede mihi sapientis dicere "vivam." Sera nimis vita est crastina, vive hodie."

": It is not, believe me, the act of a wise man to say, "I will live." To-morrow's life is too late; live to-day."

"Cras vives; hodie jam vivere, Postume, serum est. Ille sapit, quisquis, Postume, vixit heri."

": To-morrow I will live, the fool does say; To-day itself's too late, the wise lived yesterday."

"He who thinks that the lives of Priam and of Nestor were long is much deceived and mistaken. Life consists not in living, but in enjoying health."

"Ampliat ætatis spatium sibi vir bonus: hoc est vivere bis, vita posse priore frui."

": A good man doubles the length of his existence; to have lived so as to look back with pleasure on our past existence is to live twice."

"On the long dusty ribbon of the long city street, The pageant of life is passing me on multitudinous feet, With a word here of the hills, and a song there of the sea And—the great movement changes—the pageant passes me."

"While we least think it he prepares his Mate. Mate, and the King's pawn played, it never ceases, Though all the earth is dust of taken pieces."

"Man cannot call the brimming instant back; Time's an affair of instants spun to days; If man must make an instant gold, or black, Let him, he may; but Time must go his ways. Life may be duller for an instant's blaze. Life's an affair of instants spun to years, Instants are only cause of all these tears."

"Wide is the gate and broad is the way that leadeth to destruction."

"Strait is the gate and narrow is the way which leadeth unto life."

"Life is a mission. Every other definition of life is false, and leads all who accept it astray. Religion, science, philosophy, though still at variance upon many points, all agree in this, that every existence is an aim."

"Il torre altrui la vita È facoltà commune Al più vil della terra; il darla è solo De' Numi, e de' Regnanti."

": To take away life is a power which the vilest of the earth have in common; to give it belongs to gods and kings alone."

"A man's best things are nearest him, Lie close about his feet."

"Were I to live my life over again, I should live it just as I have done. I neither complain of the past, nor do I fear the future."

"La vie est vaine: Un peu d'amour, Un peu de haine— Et puis-bonjour! La vie est brève: Un peu d'espoir, Un peu de rêve— Et puis—bon soir!"

": Life is but jest: A dream, a doom; A gleam, a gloom— And then—good rest! Life is but play; A throb, a tear: A sob, a sneer; And then—good day."

"'Tis not the whole of life to live; Nor all of death to die."

"In my opinion, the existence of life is a highly overrated phenomenon."

"Vain were the man, and false as vain, Who said, were he ordained to run His long career of life again He would do all that he had done."

"The longer one lives the more he learns."

"Life is a waste of wearisome hours, Which seldom the rose of enjoyment adorns, And the heart that is soonest awake to the flowers, Is always the first to be touch'd by the thorns."

"Nor on one string are all life's jewels strung."

"I would not live alway; I ask not to stay Where storm after storm rises dark o'er the way."

"Our days begin with trouble here, our life is but a span, And cruel death is always near, so frail a thing is man."

"Wile some no other cause for life can give But a dull habitude to live."

"My life is like the summer rose That opens to the morning sky, But ere the shade of evening close Is scatter'd on the ground to die."

"Id quoque, quod vivam, munus habere dei. This also, that I live, I consider a gift of God."

"This life a theatre we well may call, Where very actor must perform with art, Or laugh it through, and make a farce of all, Or learn to bear with grace his tragic part."

"There is only one pleasure—that of being alive. All the rest is misery."