Life is only one of the Great Illusions.
Life is only heavy and none else; there is only the one trip, all heavy. Heavy that leads to the grave. For everyone and everything.
Life is one big road with lots of signs.
Life is occupied in both perpetuating itself and in surpassing itself; if all it does is maintain itself, then living is only not dying.
Life is not what one lived, but what one remembers and how one remembers it in order to recount it.[La vida no es la que uno vivió, sino la que uno recuerda y cómo la recuerda para contarla.]
Life is not the unique property of Earth. Nor is life in the shape of human beings. Life takes many forms on other planets and far stars, forms that would seen bizarre to humans, as human life is bizarre to other life-forms.
Life is not the means for the achievement of an esthetic ideal of perfection; on the contrary, the work is an ethical symbol of life.
Life is not so short but that there is always time enough for courtesy.
Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away.
Life is not meant to be easy, my child; but take courage: it can be delightful.
Life is not about money, it’s about emotion.
Life is not a song, sweetling. You may learn that one day to your sorrow.
