Life must be lived as play.
There is no lonelier man in death, except the suicide, than that man who has lived many years with a good wife and then outlived her. If two people love each other there can be no happy end to it.
The world and the friends that lived in it are shadows: you alone remain real in this drowsing room.
If one lived for ever the joys of life would inevitably in the end lose their savour. As it is, they remain perennially fresh.