Each day death corrodes what we call living, and life ceaselessly swallows our desire for the void.

Desire is half of life; indifference is half of death.

Ne wonders what it is like to burn, staring at one’s ending right around the corner, and yet not knowing how the end will come, when one will be fully consumed by the void.

It is nothing to die. It is frightful not to live.

The thought of death should always be behind man's daily activities,for inside this thought births humility & a more rational approach to living.

It would seem that we find the evidence that we feel we think we deserve or desire the most.