... what thou liv'st Live well; how long or short permit to Heaven.

Here in the body pent, Absent from Him I roam, Yet nightly pitch my moving tent A day's march nearer home.

Looking back, my life seems like one long obstacle race, with me as its chief obstacle.

Live to explain thy doctrine by thy life.

The poorest he that is in England hath a life to live as the greatest he.

Even when I'm sick and depressed, I love life.

There is no wealth but life.

Life is not a spectacle or a feast; it is a predicament.

Say, what is life? 'Tis to be born A helpless babe, to greet the light With a sharp wail, as if the morn Foretold a cloudy noon and night; To weep, to sleep, and weep again, With sunny smiles between, and then?

The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together ...