Our life is like a mariner's, for he who navigates must stand up, sit down and lie down. He moves as the impulse of the boat drives him. And we are just the same, whether awake or asleep, whether silent or speaking, whether lying down or walking about, whether willing or unwilling, we move daily through the movements of time to our end.
When, therefore, the day of our end shall come, where will all that be that we seek now with so much care and collect with so much concern?
Therefore, no honor should be sought, no riches, as all this is left behind. But if we seek good things, let us love those that we shall have without end. But if we are afraid of bad things, let us fear those thar are tolerated by reporbates without end.
Cited from: The Letters of Gregory the Great, trans. John R.C. Martyn (Toronto: PIMS, 2004), II, 479
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