Whoever neglects the arts when he is young has lost the past and is dead to the future.

When a man has lost all happiness, he's not alive. Call him a breathing corpse.

Not to be born is, past all prizing, best.

May the dead forgive me, I can do no other
But as I am commanded; to do more is madness." - Ismene

We long to have again the vanished past, in spite of all its pain.

He has a future and I have a past, so we should be all right.