Death is close enough at hand so we do not need to be afraid of life.

Our life is made by the death of others.

For one thing we may be grateful: this life is not eternal.

A life spent making mistakes is not only more honorable, but more useful than a life spent doing nothing.

Nothing is easier than to admit in words the truth of the universal struggle for life, or more difficult, at least I have found it so, than constantly to bear this conclusion in mind.

All the variety, all the charm, all the beauty of life is made up of light and shadow.