So why should you cut short a man's life in the mist of his actions, his mind's work-

"It seems like I've been cutting hair all my life."

The wind is really cutting one's very life out!

But from then on it was as though a knife fell, cutting my life into two halves.

It was like I cut my life for that country.

Rather would I cut short my life!

I thought it best to cut his miserable life short.

It was the man who had cut her life in half before she had gotten to full fiower.

Cutting short its life is worse than murder; it's infanticide.