The difference between school and life? In school, you're taught a lesson and then given a test. In life, you're read more

The difference between school and life? In school, you're taught a lesson and then given a test. In life, you're given a test that teaches you a lesson.

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.

Our own life is the instrument with which we experiment with the truth. -Thich Nhat Hanh.

Our own life is the instrument with which we experiment with the truth. -Thich Nhat Hanh.

As a mortal, thou must nourish each of two forebodings--that
tomorrow's sunlight will be the last that thou shalt read more

As a mortal, thou must nourish each of two forebodings--that
tomorrow's sunlight will be the last that thou shalt see; and
that for fifty years wilt live out thy life in ample wealth.

There is only one difference between a long life and a good dinner: that, in the dinner, the sweets come read more

There is only one difference between a long life and a good dinner: that, in the dinner, the sweets come last.

Don't go around saying the world owes you a living. The world owes you nothing. It was here first.

Don't go around saying the world owes you a living. The world owes you nothing. It was here first.

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.

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.

The real malady is fear of life, not of death.

The real malady is fear of life, not of death.