The aim of all life is death.
Forgetting our purpose is the most frequent form of folly.[Das Vergessen der Absichten ist die häufigste Dummheit, die gemacht wird.]
Why I came here – I know not – where I shall go it is useless to enquire – in the midst of myriads of the living and the dead worlds – stars – systems – infinity – why should I be anxious about an atom?
There are some that only employ words for the purpose of disguising their thoughts.
It is not enough to be industrious; so are the ants. What are you industrious about?
When you cease to make a contribution, you begin to die.
We are nothing. Tomorrow we may be die. We are nothing. You and Me.
Theirs not to reason why, theirs but to do and die.
The purpose of our lives is to be happy.
The aim of every artist is to arrest motion, which is life, by artificial means and hold it fixed so that a hundred years later, when a stranger looks at it, it moves again since it is life.
Our business in this world is not to succeed, but to continue to fail, in good spirits.
Nothing is made in vain, but the fly came near it.
