Love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.

AKA at time of death.

Cherish them good peeps when you can! Even if they annoy you; even if they're not perfect.

We're only mortal after all. We only have so much time to do so.

Maybe they'll even live a little longer if you do.

If not at least the memories that linger will be true.

Love is life.

Adieu.

A Bob sure does know some stuff, and contemplate some stuff, probably thereby in time growing to know that stuff which you might find unusually enlightening and have potentially permenantly alter your perspective of personality, ambition and life, like this little bit right here...

Education: The path from cocky ignorance to miserable uncertainty.

To those who think, life is a comedy. To those who feel, life is a tragedy.

Seems this one's also attributed to Jean Racine, and both with somewhat different wording... truth though.

Ideally it'll be both. Think and feel. Tragicomedy. Sink and heal.

There is no cost to getting things wrong, the cost is not getting them published.

Do not pray for an easy life, pray for the strength to endure a
difficult one.