To withhold from living is to die and that the more you give of yourself to life the more life nourishes you.
To live is so startling, it leaves but little room for other occupations.
To live in order to reason or to reason in order to live; there is the question.
To lengthen thy Life, lessen thy Meals.
To do the useful thing, to say the courageous thing, to contemplate the beautiful thing: that is enough for one man’s life.
To a profound pessimist about life, being in danger is not depressing.
Throw your dream into space like a kite, and you do not know what it will bring back, a new life, a new friend, a new love, a new country.
Though not a participant in the Business of life; I am, like the character of Addison and Steele, an impartial (or more or less impartial) Spectator, who finds not a little recreation in watching the antics of those strange and puny puppets called men.
Those who live are those who fight.
This is the most challenging activity that humans get into, which is love. You know, where we have the sense that we can’t live without love. That life has very little meaning without love.
There’s something about death that is comforting. The thought that you could die tomorrow frees you to appreciate your life now.
There’s nothing you can know that isn’t known. Nothing you can see that isn’t shown. Nowhere you can be that isn’t where you’re meant to be.
