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Life is a ticket to the greatest show on earth.
Life is a ticket to the greatest show on earth.
Life is to be lived, not controlled; and humanity is won by continuing to play in face of certain defeat.
Life is to be lived, not controlled; and humanity is won by continuing to play in face of certain defeat.
Life does not accomodate you, it shatters you. It is meant to, and it couldn't do it better. Every seed read more
Life does not accomodate you, it shatters you. It is meant to, and it couldn't do it better. Every seed desstroys its container or else there would be no fruition. -Florida Scott-Maxwell.
In three words I can sum up everything I've learned about life: It goes on.
In three words I can sum up everything I've learned about life: It goes on.
The truth that many people never understand, until it is too late, is that the more that you try to read more
The truth that many people never understand, until it is too late, is that the more that you try to avoid suffering, the more you suffer, because smaller and more insignificant things begin to torture you in proportion to your fear of being hurt.
The Answer to the Great Question Of . . . Life, the Universe and
Everything . . . [is] read more
The Answer to the Great Question Of . . . Life, the Universe and
Everything . . . [is] Forty-two.
In modern life nothing produces such an effect as a good platitude. It makes the whole world kin.
In modern life nothing produces such an effect as a good platitude. It makes the whole world kin.
One hour of life, crowded to the full with glorious action, and filled with noble risks, is worth whole years read more
One hour of life, crowded to the full with glorious action, and filled with noble risks, is worth whole years of those mean observances of paltry decorum.
The World's a bubble, and the Life of Man less than a span:
In his conception wretched, from the read more
The World's a bubble, and the Life of Man less than a span:
In his conception wretched, from the womb so to the tomb.
Curst from his cradle, and brought up to years with cares and
fears.
Who then to frail mortality shall trust,
But limns the water, or but writes in dust.
