A man must choose his own way of life, and...it is only by following out one's own bent that there can be the really harmonious life.

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.

Life's uncertain voyage.

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

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

It's the game of life. Do I win or do I lose? One day they're gonna shut the game down. I gotta have as much fun and go around the board as many times as I can before it's my turn to leave.