<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8"?><rss version="2.0"><channel><title>Mortality - Maxioms.com</title><description>Quotes, Famous Quotes, Sayings, Proverbs, Maxims, Axioms, Maxioms</description><link>http://www.maxioms.com</link><language>en-us</language><copyright>Copyright 2026 Maxioms.com. All Rights Reserved.</copyright><item><title><![CDATA[At thirty, man suspects himself a fool, Knows it at forty, and reforms his plan;  At fifty, chides his ...]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/43177]]></link><description><![CDATA[At thirty, man suspects himself a fool, Knows it at forty, and reforms his plan;  At fifty, chides his infamous delay,   Pushes his prudent purpose to resolve,    In all the magnanimity of thought;     Resolves, and re-resolves, then dies the same.      And why? because he thinks himself immortal,       All men think all men mortal but themselves.]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/43177</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[That flesh is but the glasse, which holds the dust That measures all our time; which also shall  Be ...]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/43173]]></link><description><![CDATA[That flesh is but the glasse, which holds the dust That measures all our time; which also shall  Be crumbled into dust.]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/43173</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[Consider The lilies of the field whose bloom is brief:--  We are as they;   Like them we ...]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/43174]]></link><description><![CDATA[Consider The lilies of the field whose bloom is brief:--  We are as they;   Like them we fade away    As doth a leaf.]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/43174</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[This is the spot where I am mortal. [Ger., Hier ist die Stelle wo ich sterblich bin.] ]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/43175]]></link><description><![CDATA[This is the spot where I am mortal. [Ger., Hier ist die Stelle wo ich sterblich bin.]]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/43175</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[The immortal could we cease to contemplate, The mortal part suggests its every trait.  God laid His fingers on ...]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/43176]]></link><description><![CDATA[The immortal could we cease to contemplate, The mortal part suggests its every trait.  God laid His fingers on the ivories   Of her pure members as on smoothed keys,    And there out-breathed her spirit's harmonies.]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/43176</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[Life in a box is better than no life at all ... I expect. ]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/43165]]></link><description><![CDATA[Life in a box is better than no life at all ... I expect.]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/43165</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[You have suffered greatly, poor mother. Oh! do not lament, you have now the portion of the elect. It is ...]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/43166]]></link><description><![CDATA[You have suffered greatly, poor mother. Oh! do not lament, you have now the portion of the elect. It is in this way that mortals become angels. It is not their fault; they do not know how to set about it otherwise. This hell from which you have come out is the first step towards Heaven. We must begin by that. -- Jean Valjean --]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/43166</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[Belief in our mortality, the sense that we are eventually going to crack up and be extinguished like the flame ...]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/43167]]></link><description><![CDATA[Belief in our mortality, the sense that we are eventually going to crack up and be extinguished like the flame of a candle, I say, is a gloriously fine thing. It makes us sober; it makes us a little sad; and many of us it makes poetic. But above all,]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/43167</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[Death is that "Tomorrow" for which all our lives are spent waiting!Man is constantly building the "Image."It is an Edifice ...]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/43168]]></link><description><![CDATA[Death is that "Tomorrow" for which all our lives are spent waiting!Man is constantly building the "Image."It is an Edifice for the entombment of bones!Best to "Realize" the temporal nature of thingsand simply "Do and Die!]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/43168</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[Death is that "Tomorrow" for which all our lives are spent waiting!Man is constantly building the "Image."It is an Edifice ...]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/43169]]></link><description><![CDATA[Death is that "Tomorrow" for which all our lives are spent waiting!Man is constantly building the "Image."It is an Edifice for the entombment of bones!Best to "Realize" the temporal nature of thingsand simply "Do and Die!1973]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/43169</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA["O Charidas, what of the underworld?" "Great darkness."  "And what of the resurrection?"   "A lie."   ...]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/43170]]></link><description><![CDATA["O Charidas, what of the underworld?" "Great darkness."  "And what of the resurrection?"   "A lie."    "And Pluto?"     "A fable; we perish utterly."]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/43170</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[How strange is the lot of us mortals! Each of us is here for a brief sojourn; for what purpose ...]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/43171]]></link><description><![CDATA[How strange is the lot of us mortals! Each of us is here for a brief sojourn; for what purpose he knows not, though he senses it. But without deeper reflection one knows from daily life that one exists for other people.]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/43171</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[To smell to a turf of fresh earth is wholesome for the body; no less are thoughts of mortality cordial ...]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/43172]]></link><description><![CDATA[To smell to a turf of fresh earth is wholesome for the body; no less are thoughts of mortality cordial to the soul.]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/43172</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[When the game is over, the king and the pawn go into the same box ]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/43164]]></link><description><![CDATA[When the game is over, the king and the pawn go into the same box]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/43164</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[Cats are magical. . .the more you pet them the longer you both live. ]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/26189]]></link><description><![CDATA[Cats are magical. . .the more you pet them the longer you both live.]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/26189</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[After sleeping through a hundred million centuries we have finally opened our eyes on a sumptuous planet, sparkling with color, ...]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/14757]]></link><description><![CDATA[After sleeping through a hundred million centuries we have finally opened our eyes on a sumptuous planet, sparkling with color, bountiful with life. Within decades we must close our eyes again. Isn’t it a noble, an enlightened way of spending our brief time in the sun, to work at understanding the universe and how we have come to wake up in it? This is how I answer when I am asked—as I am surprisingly often—why I bother to get up in the mornings.]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/14757</guid></item></channel></rss>