Life is a race. And the only way to win is to make yourself better every day.

Death. The certain prospect of death could sweeten every life with a precious and fragrant drop of levity-and now you strange apothecary souls have turned it into an ill-tasting drop of poison that makes the whole of life repulsive.

The more we live by our intellect, the less we understand the meaning of life.

Life's aspirations come in the guise of children.

Let me not look for allies in life's battlefield,But to my own strength. Let me not crave in anxious fear to be saved,But for the patience to win my freedom.

Let your life lightly dance on the edges of Time like dew on the tip of a leaf.