Life's but a span, or a tale, or a word,
That in a trice, or suddaine, is rehearsed.

Life's but a span, or a tale, or a word,
That in a trice, or suddaine, is rehearsed.

When you're a student or whatever, and you can't afford a car, or a plane fare, or even a train read more

When you're a student or whatever, and you can't afford a car, or a plane fare, or even a train fare, all you can do is hope that someone will stop and pick you up.

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 try to control the uncontrollable and don't freak when life happens, just pick everything up and keep on going!

Don't try to control the uncontrollable and don't freak when life happens, just pick everything up and keep on going!

I submit to you that if a man hasn't discovered something that he will die for, he isn't fit to read more

I submit to you that if a man hasn't discovered something that he will die for, he isn't fit to live.

Grief is in two parts. The first is loss. The second is the remaking of life.

Grief is in two parts. The first is loss. The second is the remaking of life.

Life is no brief candle to me. It is a sort of splendid torch which I have got a hold read more

Life is no brief candle to me. It is a sort of splendid torch which I have got a hold of for the moment, and I want to make it burn as brightly as possible before handing it on to future generations.

Life every man holds dear; but the dear man holds honor far more precious dear than life.

Life every man holds dear; but the dear man holds honor far more precious dear than life.

We can spend our lives letting the world tell us who we are. Sane or insane. Saints or sex addicts. read more

We can spend our lives letting the world tell us who we are. Sane or insane. Saints or sex addicts. Heroes or victims. Letting history tell us how good or bad we are. Letting our past decide our future. Or we can decide for ourselves. And maybe it's our job to invent something better.