The earth belongs to the living, not to the dead.

A man's life of any worth is a continual allegory- and very few eyes can see the mystery of his life-a life like the scriptures, figurative.

For men must work and women must weep, And the sooner it's over, the sooner to sleep.

The essence of life, I concluded, did not lie in the material. It penetrated, but was not bound to, the physical world of science.

Life for the European is a career; for the American, it is a hazard.

Prufrock had measured out his life with measuring spoons; Dubin, in books resurrecting the lives of others.

No man is quick enough to enjoy life.

The life force is vigorous. The delight that accompanies it counter-balances all the pains and hardships that confront men. It makes life worth living.

The basic fact about human existence is not that it is a tragedy, but that it is a bore. It is not so much a war as an endless standing in line.

No matter how ruined man and his world may seem to be, and no matter how terrible man's despair may become, as long as he continues to be a man his very humanity continues to tell him that life has a meaning.