Seneca
Seneca
choose death depart house life propose select shall
Just as I shall select my ship when I am about to go on a voyage, or my house when I propose to take a residence, so I shall choose my death when I am about to depart from life.
death
Death is the wish of some, the relief of many, and the end of all.
birthday death fear last
The day which we fear as our last is but the birthday of eternity.
bring cease death exist final hour itself merely reach time
The final hour when we cease to exist does not itself bring death; it merely of itself completes the death-process. We reach death at that moment, but we have been a long time on the way.
ashamed causes either following man results sadness success
Sadness usually results from one of the following causes either when a man does not succeed, or is ashamed of his success
banks inches outer reports
We had reports of 8 to 10 inches on the Outer Banks and 4 to 6 inches in coastal counties,
blessing confidence source
There's one blessing only, the source and cornerstone of beatitude -- confidence in self.
forgive forgiveness inhuman none
To forgive all is as inhuman as to forgive none
amuse anxious dependence duties either enjoy god happiness hopes ourselves rest satisfied sufficient toward true understand
True happiness is to understand our duties toward God and man; to enjoy the present, without anxious dependence on the future; not to amuse ourselves with either hopes or fears, but to rest satisfied with what we have, which is abundantly sufficient
advice life terrify worth
If we let things terrify us, life will not be worth living.
burial letters living love retirement
Retirement without the love of letters is a living burial
gift gifts immortal life living philosophy
Life is a gift of the immortal Gods, but living well is the gift of philosophy
choice necessity shall willing
What must be shall be; and that which is a necessity to him that struggles, is little more than choice to him that is willing
acting complain days either lives ought procrastination spent though
We all sorely complain of the shortness of time, and yet have much more than we know what to do with. Our lives are either spent in doing nothing at all, or in doing nothing to the purpose, or in doing nothing that we ought to do. We are always complaining that our days are few, and acting as though there would be no end of them.