Behold how the stream flows to the sea, and the flowing waters will return no more; thus, my brother, do your days pass away, and you approach to death; pleasures pass, amusements pass, pomp, praises, acclamations pass; and what remains?

The life of man is like the life of a blade of grass. Death comes, the grass withers, and behold life ends, and the flower falls of all greatness and all worldly goods.

what matter most ? _ you . only you.everyday every event would pass by through your vein

I don't think you're heartless, Mitchell. I just think you're different from me. I take certain things seriously — like marriage and sex and... and tradition. I know you don't. That's fine. You don't have to. But I hope you understand that I do.

I don't think you're heartless, Mitchell. I just think you're different from me. I take certain things seriously — like marriage and sex and... and tradition. I know you don't. That's fine. You don't have to. But I hope you understand that I do.

Your life is like a coin. You can spend it anyway you want, but only once. Make sure you invest it and don't waste it. Invest it in something that matters to you and matters for eternity.