Life is always uncertain, and common prudence dictates to every man the necessity of settling his temporal concerns, while it is in his power, and while the mind is calm and undisturbed.

I have always looked at life as a voyage, mostly wonderful, sometimes frightening.

Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player, that struts and frets his hour upon the stage, and then is heard no more; it is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.

Frame your mind to mirth and merriment which bars a thousand harms and lengthens life.

The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together.

Life is as tedious as twice-told tale, vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man.