Obit anus, abit onus. - Arthur Schopenhauer

Life is a constant process of dying.

If there is anything in the world that can really be called a man’s property, it is surely that which is the result of his mental activity.

A man is never happy, but spends his whole life in striving after something that he thinks will make him so; he seldom attains his goal, and when he does, it is only to be disappointed; he is mostly shipwrecked in the end, and comes into harbour with mast and rigging gone. And then, it is all one whether he is happy or miserable; for his life was never anything more than a present moment always vanishing; and now it is over.