Nothing is easier than to admit in words the truth of the universal struggle for life, or more difficult, at least I have found it so, than constantly to bear this conclusion in mind.

What was the future? The future was a solid wall, not promising, not threatening-all bunk. No guarantees of anything, not even the guarantee that life isn't one big joke.

It is the same life that emerges in joy through the dust of the earth into numberless waves of flower.

I'm not bitter. Why should I be bitter? I'm thrilled to death with life.

Life imposes things on you that you can't control, but you still have the choice of how you're going to live through this.

Don't make your career be your life. Let it be your passion. Let it bring you pleasure. But don't let it become your identity. You are so much more valuable than that.