Life is a process where people mix and match, fall apart and come back together.

God asks no man whether he will accept life. That is not the choice. You must accept it. The only choice is how.

Life is a grindstone, and whether it grinds a man down or polishes him up depends on the stuff he's made of.

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 ...

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

Life is a tragedy full of joy.

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.

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.

The best way to prepare for life is to begin to live.

It is not true that life is one damn thing after another-it's one damn thing over and over.