There is only one difference between a long life and a good dinner: that, in the dinner, the sweets come last.
There is no such thing as a life of passion any more than a continuous earthquake, or an eternal fever. Besides, who would ever shave themselves in such a state?
There is no private life which has not been determined by a wider public life.
There is no passion to be found playing small – in settling for a life that is less than the one you are capable of living.
There is no more fatal blunderer than he who consumes the greater part of his life getting his living.
There is no meaning to life except the meaning man gives his life by the unfolding of his powers.
There is no love of life without despair of life.[Il n’y a pas d’amour de vivre sans désespoir de vivre.]
There is no field other than the weird in which I have any aptitude or inclination for fictional composition. Life has never interested me so much as the escape from life.
There is an ecstasy that marks the summit of life, and beyond which life cannot rise. And such is the paradox of living, this ecstasy comes when one is most alive, and it comes as a complete forgetfulness that one is alive.
There is always a present and extant life, be it better or worse, which all combine to uphold.
There is a very fine line between loving life and being greedy for it.
There are two things in life you cannot choose. The first is your enemies; the second your family. Sometimes the difference between them is hard to see, but in the end time will show you that the cards you have been dealt could always have been worse.
