I think loss of loved ones is the hardest blow in life.

I think loss of loved ones is the hardest blow in life.

I have a simple philosophy: Fill what's empty. Empty what's full. Scratch where it itches.

I have a simple philosophy: Fill what's empty. Empty what's full. Scratch where it itches.

Look, I don't want to wax philosophic, but I will say that if you're alive you've got to flap your read more

Look, I don't want to wax philosophic, but I will say that if you're alive you've got to flap your arms and legs, you've got to jump around a lot, for life is the very opposite of death, and therefore you must at very least think noisy and colorfully, or you're not alive.

Memory is a way of holding on to the things you love, the things you are, the things you never read more

Memory is a way of holding on to the things you love, the things you are, the things you never want to lose.

All free men, wherever they may live, are citizens of Berlin. And therefore, as a free man, I take pride read more

All free men, wherever they may live, are citizens of Berlin. And therefore, as a free man, I take pride in the words "Ich bin ein Berliner!"

A generous person forgets what he gives and remembers what he receives. Learn, earn, return. These are the three phases read more

A generous person forgets what he gives and remembers what he receives. Learn, earn, return. These are the three phases of life.

The World's a bubble, and the Life of Man less than a span:
In his conception wretched, from the read more

The World's a bubble, and the Life of Man less than a span:
In his conception wretched, from the womb so to the tomb.
Curst from his cradle, and brought up to years with cares and
fears.
Who then to frail mortality shall trust,
But limns the water, or but writes in dust.

Life does not accommodate you, it shatters you. It is meant to, and it couldn't do it better. Every seed read more

Life does not accommodate you, it shatters you. It is meant to, and it couldn't do it better. Every seed destroys its container or else there would be no fruition.rn

Who will tell whether one happy moment of love or the joy of breathing or walking on a bright morning read more

Who will tell whether one happy moment of love or the joy of breathing or walking on a bright morning and smelling the fresh air, is not worth all the suffering and effort which life implies.