I can teach anybody how to get what they want out of life. The problem is that I can't find anybody who can tell me what they want.

Everybody loves your life but you.

I suppose that's one of the ironies of life doing the wrong thing at the right moment.

While I thought that I was learning how to live, I have been learning how to die.

In life, we weep at the thought of death. In death, perhaps we weep at the thought of life.

Life is certainly only worthwhile as it represents struggle for worthy causes. There is no struggle in perfect security. I am quite certain that the human being could not continue to exist if he or she had perfect security.