It is not that we have a short time to live, but that we waste a lot of it. Life is long enough, and a sufficiently generous amount has been given to us for the highest achievements if it were all well invested. But when it is wasted in heedless luxury and spent on no good activity, we are forced at last by death’s final constraint to realize that it has passed away before we knew it was passing. So it is: we are not given a short life but we make it short, and we are not ill-supplied but wasteful of it.
‘It is a small part of life we really live.’ Indeed, all the rest is not life but merely time.
Note: "'It is a small part of life we really live.' Indeed, all the rest is not life but merely time."
Living is the least important activity of the preoccupied man; yet there is nothing which is harder to learn.
Everyone hustles his life along, and is troubled by a longing for the future and weariness of the present. But the man who spends all his time on his own needs, who organizes every day as though it were his last, neither longs for nor fears the next day.