The creature gets sick, his weight grows heavier, he has moments when he finds himself too weary to go on; yet on he goes, as long as he lives, on until the end ...

Our life is woven wind.

Life is a tragedy full of joy.

Some say that life has no form, that it is extremely diffuse. I think I can agree with them. ... A life without conclusions is painful.

Life is a maze in which we take the wrong turning before we have learnt to walk.

Life is like a game of whist. I don't enjoy the game much; but I like to play my cards well, and see what will be the end of it.

... what counts in life usually cannot be counted.

While there is life, there is hope.

Life is an unanswered question, but let's still believe in the dignity and importance of the question.

A crust and a corner that love makes precious, With a smile to warm and the tears to refresh us; And joy seems sweeter when cares come after, And a moan is the finest of foils for laughter; And that is life.