You want to pull through, don't you?
Leave the filthy stuff alone.

You'll not live a month to enjoy your coin if we get it!" "Live!" Monty straightened himself out.

A tremor went through all his frame.
"Live!" he repeated, with fierce contempt; "you are making the common mistake of the whole ignorant herd.

You are measuring life by its length, when its depth alone is of any import.

I want no more than a year or two at the most, and I promise you, Mr.Scarlett Trent, my most estimable young companion, that, during that year, I will live more than you in your whole lifetime.