The man that blushes is not quite a brute.
Edward Young
Profession: Poet
Nationality: British
Some suggestions for you :
Life is the desert, life the solitude, death joins us to the great majority.
We are all born originals - why is it so many of us die copies.
A soul without reflection, like a pile Without inhabitant, to ruin runs.
Some for renown, on scraps of learning dote, And think they grow immortal as they quote.
Our birth is nothing but our death begun, As tapers waste the moment they take fire.