The great art of life is sensation, to feel that we exist, even in pain.

The great art of life is sensation, to feel that we exist, even in pain.

If man were immortal he could be perfectly sure of seeing the day when everything in which he had trusted read more

If man were immortal he could be perfectly sure of seeing the day when everything in which he had trusted should betray his trust, and, in short, of coming eventually to hopeless misery. He would break down, at last, as every good fortune, as every dynasty, as every civilization does. In place of this we have death.

Until the day of his death, no man can be sure of his courage.

Until the day of his death, no man can be sure of his courage.

I look at life as a gift of God. Now that he wants it back I have no right to read more

I look at life as a gift of God. Now that he wants it back I have no right to complain.

Do not seek death. Death will find you.
But seek the road which makes death a fulfillment.

Do not seek death. Death will find you.
But seek the road which makes death a fulfillment.

When he shall die Take him and cut him in little stars And he will make the face of heaven read more

When he shall die Take him and cut him in little stars And he will make the face of heaven so fine That all the world will be in love with night And pay no worship to the garish sun.

Fortune is like the market, where, many times, if you can stay a little, the price will fall.

Fortune is like the market, where, many times, if you can stay a little, the price will fall.

I am going to seek the great Perhaps.

I am going to seek the great Perhaps.

Evil be to him who evil thinks.

Evil be to him who evil thinks.