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

Everybody loves your life but you.

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.

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

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

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.