Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player That struts and frets his hour upon the stage And then is read more

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.

When you step on the brakes your life is in your foot's hands.

When you step on the brakes your life is in your foot's hands.

Each man must look to himself to teach him the meaning of life. It is not something discovered: it is read more

Each man must look to himself to teach him the meaning of life. It is not something discovered: it is something molded.

The joy of life is variety; the tenderest love requires to be renewed by intervals of absence.

The joy of life is variety; the tenderest love requires to be renewed by intervals of absence.

What is the point of being alive if you don't at least try to do something remarkable?

What is the point of being alive if you don't at least try to do something remarkable?

Life is a handful of short stories, pretending to be a novel.

Life is a handful of short stories, pretending to be a novel.

And by a prudent flight and cunning save
A life which valour could not, from the grave.
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And by a prudent flight and cunning save
A life which valour could not, from the grave.
A better buckler I can soon regain,
But who can get another life again?

What each must seek in his life never was on land or sea. It is something out of his own read more

What each must seek in his life never was on land or sea. It is something out of his own unique potentiality for experience, something that never has been and never could have been experienced by anyone else.

I arise in the morning torn between a desire to improve the world and a desire to enjoy the world. read more

I arise in the morning torn between a desire to improve the world and a desire to enjoy the world. This makes it hard to plan the day.