To fear love is to fear life, and those who fear life are already three parts dead.
To do the useful thing, to say the courageous thing, to contemplate the beautiful thing: that is enough for one man’s life.
To discover the mode of life or of art whereby your spirit could express itself in unfettered freedom.
To be what we are, and to become what we are capable of becoming, is the only end of life.
To affect the quality of the day, that is the highest of arts. Every man is tasked to make his life, even in its details, worthy of the contemplation of his most elevated and critical hour.
To a profound pessimist about life, being in danger is not depressing.
Time goes faster the more hollow it is. Lives with no meaning go straight past you, like trains that don’t stop at your station.
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 hope for no other life are dead even for this.
This life we live nowadays! It’s not life, it’s stagnation, death-in-life. Look at all these bloody houses, and the meaningless people inside them! Sometimes I think we’re all corpses. Just rotting upright.
This life is only a time of trial – just to strengthen us and teach us to be patient, so that we’ll be ready for Heaven when the time comes.
