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.

One lives in the hope of becoming a memory.

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.

Life becomes livable only to the extent that death is treated as a friend, never as an enemy.