مات كثيرون فشبعوا موتا، وولد كثيرون لا يشبعون من الحياة.

People are unaware that spirits even exist, let alone that angels are present with them.

There's some that came here never believing they were dead. They insisted all the way that they were alive, it was a mistake, someone would have to pay; made no difference. There's others who longed to be dead when they were alive, poor souls; lives full of pain or misery; killed themselves for a chance of a blessed rest, and found that nothing had changed except for the worse, and this time there was no escape; you can't make yourself alive again.

One hesitates to call them living: one hesitates to call their death death, in the face of which they have no fear, as they are too tired to understand.

Even when peaceful cooperation is the obvious thing, the only thing that will keep any of us alive- There are still people who won't make that choice.

We've all heard that the unexamined life is not worth living, but consider too that the unlived life is not worth examining.

For while it's true that the unexamined life is not worth living, it's also the case that the unlived life isn't worth examining.

People don’t value their obscurity. They don’t know what it’s like to have it taken away…

The distance between death and life is not as great as you imagine.

But folk who have tasted of death are only partly alive. In the dark corners of their souls and minds, death still lurks unconquered.

[...] people too busy leading their lives to worry about extending their life expectancy.

Many people genuinely do not wish to be saints, and it is possible that some who achieve or aspire to sainthood have never had much temptation to be human beings.

All those who actually live the mysteries of life haven't the time to write, and all those who have the time don't live them! D'you see?

Being alive isn't a betrayal. Being afraid to live is.