Experience is always sowing the seed of one thing after another. [Lat., Semper enim ex aliis alia proseminat usus.]

We begin to die as soon as we are born, and the end is linked to the beginning.

We are always beginning to live, but are never living

When we are born we die, our end is but the pendant of our beginning.

Even pleasure itself is a toil.

She had a voice so husky it could have pulled a dogsled, and the gun she was holding gave me a bad case of barrel envy.