Everyday life is a stimulating mixture of order and haphazardry. The sun rises and sets on schedule but the wind bloweth where it listeth.

Life is a game of whist. From unseen sources The cards are shuffled, and the hands are dealt. I do not like the way the cards are shuffled, But yet I like the game and want to play.

Life is an offensive, directed against the repetitious mechanism of the Universe.

Life is a struggle and not a matter of privilege. It is nothing but one's knowledge of the temporal and the spiritual world.

Life's bare as a bone.

The art of living is more like wrestling than dancing.

The life of every man is a diary in which he means to write one story, and writes another; and his humblest hour is when he compares the volume as it is with what he vowed to make it.

Sometimes when a man gets older he has a revelation and wants awfully bad to get back to the place where he left his life, but he can't get to that place- not often.

How good is man's life, the mere living! how fit to employ All the heart and the soul and the senses forever in joy!

To live is like to love-all reason is against it, and all healthy instinct for it.