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 uncertain voyage.

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

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

For if we allow that human life is always guided by reason, we destroy the premise that life is possible at all.