Before I can live with other folks I’ve got to live with myself.
At some point in life the world’s beauty becomes enough. You don’t need to photograph, paint, or even remember it. It is enough.
As a day well spent procures a happy sleep, so a life well employed procures a happy death.[Sì come una giornata bene spesa dà lieto dormire, così una vita bene usata dà lieto morire.]
And this our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, sermons in stones, and good in everything.
And in the end it is not the years in your life that count, it’s the life in your years.
All voices, all goals, all yearnings, all suffering, all pleasure, all that was good and evil, all of this together was the world. All of it together was the flow of events, was the music of life.
All the variety, all the charm, all the beauty of life is made up of light and shadow.[Все разнообразие, вся прелесть, вся красота жизни слагается из тени и света.]
All that lives must die, passing through nature to eternity.
A useless life is an early death.
A purpose of human life, no matter who is controlling it, is to love whoever is around to be loved.
A man who dares to waste one hour of time has not discovered the value of life.
A life of mediocrity is a waste of a life.[repeated line]
