Each man must look to himself to teach him the meaning of life. It is not something discovered: it is read more

Each man must look to himself to teach him the meaning of life. It is not something discovered: it is something molded.

Life is the art of drawing sufficent conclusions from insufficient premises.

Life is the art of drawing sufficent conclusions from insufficient premises.

I arise in the morning torn between a desire to improve the world and a desire to enjoy the world. read more

I arise in the morning torn between a desire to improve the world and a desire to enjoy the world. This makes it hard to plan the day.

What is life? It is the flash of a firefly in the night. It is the breath of a buffalo read more

What is life? It is the flash of a firefly in the night. It is the breath of a buffalo in the wintertime. It is the little shadow which runs across the grass and loses itself in the sunset. -Crowfoot.

Life is a song - sing it. Life is a game - play it. Life is a challenge - meet read more

Life is a song - sing it. Life is a game - play it. Life is a challenge - meet it. Life is a dream - realize it. Life is a sacrifice - offer it. Life is love - enjoy it

The joy of life is variety; the tenderest love requires to be renewed by intervals of absence.

The joy of life is variety; the tenderest love requires to be renewed by intervals of absence.

Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was read more

Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul. Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem.

Don't go around saying the world owes you a living. The world owes you nothing. It was here first.

Don't go around saying the world owes you a living. The world owes you nothing. It was here first.

And by a prudent flight and cunning save
A life which valour could not, from the grave.
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And by a prudent flight and cunning save
A life which valour could not, from the grave.
A better buckler I can soon regain,
But who can get another life again?