We live in deeds, not years; in thoughts, not breaths
by Philip James Bailey
We live in deeds, not years; in thoughts, not breaths; In feelings, not in figures on a dial. We should count time by heart-throbs. He most lives Who thinks most, feels the noblest, acts the best. And he whose heart beats quickest lives the longest: Lives in one hour more than in years do some Whose fat blood sleeps as it slips along their veins. Life's but a means unto an end; that end, Beginning, mean, and end to all things—God. The dead have all the glory of the world.

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I really like this poem. He say's, "We live in deeds, not years; in
thoughts, not breaths." In other words even though we are alive it
doesn't necessarily mean that we are living or thinking.  Another
line I liked was where he said, "Who thinks most, feels the noblest,
acts the best. And he whose heart beats quickest lives the longest:
Lives in one hour more than in years do some," because it's saying
that the things we do, how they make us feel and and makes our
"heart beats quickest" is what makes us alive. Also in as little as an
hour we could have lived more than some people have in years.