Life is made up, not of great sacrifices or duties, but of little things, in which smiles and kindness, and small obligations given habitually, are what preserve the heart and secure comfort.

I want you to realize that this whole thing is just a grand adventure. A fine show. The trick is to play in it and look at it at the same time.

Life is just one damn thing after another.

If so far we have been unable to see clearly or to reflect the eternal lineaments of truth, is it not because we too are still moving towards some end-because we are still alive?

... life falls into place only with God.

Life is ever lord of Death, And Love can never lose its own.

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

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

Life, unlike the inanimate, will take the long way round to circumvent barrenness. A kind of desperate will resides even in a root.

There is no easy path leading out of life, and few are the easy ones that lie within it.