Life is like playing a violin in public and learning the instrument as one goes on.

Life is like playing a violin in public and learning the instrument as one goes on.

The world is a beautiful place to be born into if you don't mind some people dying all the time read more

The world is a beautiful place to be born into if you don't mind some people dying all the time or maybe only starving some of the time which isn't half so bad if it isn't you.

Life is made up, not of great sacrifices or duties, but of little things, in which smiles and kindness, and read more

Life is made up, not of great sacrifices or duties, but of little things, in which smiles and kindness, and small obligations given habitually, are what preserve the heart and secure comfort.

Look at life through the windshield, not the rear-view mirror

Look at life through the windshield, not the rear-view mirror

With aching hands and bleeding feet
We dig and heap, lay stone on stone;
We bear the read more

With aching hands and bleeding feet
We dig and heap, lay stone on stone;
We bear the burden and the heat
Of the long day, and wish 'twere done.
Not till the hours of light return
All we have built as we discern.

Basically I am interrested in friendship, sex, and death.

Basically I am interrested in friendship, sex, and death.

O what is life, if we must hold it thus as wind-blown sparks hold momentary fire?

O what is life, if we must hold it thus as wind-blown sparks hold momentary fire?

Life is a ticket to the greatest show on earth.

Life is a ticket to the greatest show on earth.

We are the voices of the wandering wind,
Which moan for rest and rest can never find;
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We are the voices of the wandering wind,
Which moan for rest and rest can never find;
Lo! as the wind is so is mortal life,
A moan, a sigh, a sob, a storm, a strife.