To live is so startling, it leaves but little room for other occupations.
The life doth prove the precept, who obey shall happy be, Who will not serve the sovereign, be hanged on fatal tree.
That it will never come again Is what makes life so sweet.
Surgeons must be very careful When they take the knife! Underneath their fine incisions Stirs the Culprit – Life!
Life is a spell so exquisite that everything conspires to break it.
In such a porcelain life, one likes to be sure that all is well, lest one stumble upon one’s hopes in a pile of broken crockery.
I find ecstasy in living; the mere sense of living is joy enough.
I argue thee That love is life – And life hath Immortality –
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