The aim of all life is death.[Das Ziel alles Lebens ist der Tod.]
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?
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.
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.
Their’s not to reason why, their’s but to do and die.
The purpose of our lives is to be happy.
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.
No man can know where he is going unless he knows exactly where he has been and exactly how he arrived at his present place.
