Originally Posted by Gator

Day after day creeps in this petty pace
to the last syllable of recorded time.
And all our yesterdays
have lighted fools the way to dusty death.
Out brief candle

Life is but a walking shadow;
A poor player who struts and frets his hour on the stage and is heard of no more.
It is a tale told by an idiot
full of sound and fury
signifying nothing.

- Macbeth, Shakepeare


Just brought this quote to mind.