Ah, what is the life of a human being—a drop of dew, a flash of lightning?
A dog, constantly teased, will not readily jump at a piece of meat thrown to him once in a while.
Time and tide wait for no man. A year passed like a snowflake that falls into the river, a moment white and then gone forever.
A man sometimes devotes his life to a desire which he is not sure will ever be fulfilled. Those who laugh at this folly are, after all, no more than mere spectators of life.
You gentlemen kill with your power, with your money, and sometimes just with your words: you tell them you're doing them a favor. True, no blood flows, the man is still alive, but you've killed him all the same. I don't know whose sin is greater—yours or mine.