The promise of this life is imperiled by the very genius that has made it possible.

Everybody loves your life but you.

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

If my life is just for me and my own security then me no want it. My life is for people. That's way me is.

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.